If you ever meet Schrödinger's cat,
it's probably already dead,
as well as still alive,
now ain't that a jive?
I saw a cat that was not there
I found it in some twisted data
it just appeared on my inner radar,
and seemed to ask for a little care.
It's a strange companion,
evanescent,
still, radiant,
with a scent of fried onion.
And while I miss to hear it purr,
I'll never have to eat its fur.
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