This past weekend, an unusual specimen of a cat, simultaneously existing in states of life and death, materialised in my backyard. As time progressed, it, under my guardianship, recaptured its vitality, escaping the uncertain existence it was tethered to. The symbiotic relationship between us evolved, and the cat began to flourish, relishing the freedom it had not previously known. Then, just yesterday, there was an unexpected disturbance at my door. It was none other than my neighbour, Mr. Schrödinger, who was noticeably perturbed. His treasured feline, it seems, had escaped its box. Relinquishing the cat back to him was done with an undertone of melancholy.