states of uncertainty cat-in-the-box The box is open and the beast in the photo is certainly alive, but other questions remain unanswered: Why do cats like boxes so much? Which of my three near-identical cats is it? Why didn’t I think to call them Schrödinger, Heisenberg and Planck? Why do we bother to name cats that can’t be told apart and won’t respond anyway? Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Author: don't confuse the narrator Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion View all posts by don't confuse the narrator