My little brother Salem asked me one day, “Why did that guy Schrodinger put his cat in a box?”
“To show the absurdity that waves (particles) collapse only once observed.”
“So what makes them collapse?”
“They’ll figure it out once they hear that tree in the forest fall.”
Salem scratches his head, “I’ll bet there were treats in the box.”
I’m burying a Hot Wheels car in my litter box when my little brother Salem walks up.
“Why are you putting that in there?”
“Just keeping our human on her toes, that’s all.”
“Want to really screw with her? I know where the little human has a Baby Ruth candy bar!”
Salem and I are on the kitchen counter trying to see which objects will bounce when they hit the floor when he reaches for the tea pitcher.
“Stop!” I hold up my paw.
“You can’t knock the big stuff off until the little humans get home.”
“Ah, good thinking.” He knocks the mug off instead.
My little brother, Salem, is sitting in the living room across from our human staring at her. I mean his eyes are boring into her good.
I just have to ask, “What are you doing?”
Without breaking eye contact he says, “My breakfast was twenty minutes late this morning and I’m thinking of ways to get even.”
I trot into the bedroom and see my little brother Salem laying on our human’s lap, belly up and purring like a kitten. This is not his usual aloof behavior so my curiosity is peaked.
I hop onto the bed and eye him closely, “What are you doing?”
He grins, “I peed on the floor earlier and she’s about to find out.”
Smelling food, I instinctively walk into the kitchen. One of the little humans is cooking. Umm, smells good.
I stop dead in my tracks. Glancing around I spot my sister Sasha and my little brother Salem nearby, “Hide!” I shout.
Once we are safely hidden, Salem turns to me, “Why are we hiding?”
In between pants, I reply, “One of the little humans is flipping pancakes with our litter box scoop.”
A grin spreads across Salem’s face, “But that isn’t our fault.”
“I know, but our human is almost done eating. Do you want to be around when she finds out?”
Salem: “I bet I can jump on that countertop.”
Me: “I bet I can jump on that cabinet.”
Salem: “I bet I can jump on top of the cabinet.”
Two seconds later I am standing in a puddle of water, broken dishes and scattered utensils. I look around at the mess and scratch my head. “I bet I can jump on top of the refrigerator.”