Always on guard.
Always on guard.
I was drifting in Dublin the other week, happy to wander the streets. I chanced upon Merrion Square, a place I hadn’t been in many years. Could I find what I was looking for? Did I dream it? There it is! The house of the famous theoretician Erwin Schrodinger.
As most of you will know, Erwin made a famous ‘thought experiment’ to prove a point about Quantum Mechanics. You need capital letters for Big Ideas like those. I wont go into it, it’s too complex, but essentially, he was able to prove that things, especially cats, can be in two states simultaneously. This involves putting cats in boxes… never an easy task.
The boxed cat can be said to exist or not exist, or both. I don’t know why he went to such trouble to work this out… he’d obviously never lived with a cat. When you’re talking to a cat that isn’t listening (talking at a cat) it will make it quite clear that, despite appearances, it doesn’t exist at the moment. You don’t exist either, as far as the cat is concerned.
Given a different aspect of that other dimension, time, the cat will choose to exist. This can easily be seen at dinner time.
I have known for a long time that cats can exist in many states simultaneously. They can also travel through time, but that’s another story. You may have noticed a cat clamouring at the door to got out… ‘Didn’t I just let you out… or in?’ If you’re really lucky you might spot your cat at both sides of the door howling to come in/go out. It’s a minor temporal anomaly.
Schrodinger spent decades trying to establish the bleedin’ obvious. Just ask a cat.
Postscript. In later life Erwin found himself a nice white cat and became a Bond Villain.
A Word From Choupette.
She may not look like it, but Choupette is the Queen of the local strays, always first on the scene when there’s dinner around. The cats of La Curie have a devoted coterie of humans who deliver food at regular intervals.
Hey, its me, I’m back. Got any food? I like your stuff, it’s different. Good old Gloria gets us fresh meat from the butchers, well and good, but hmmmm. Bit samey. Depends on what’s spare that day, don’t always get the boeuf d’Aubrac, you know?
Biscuits, yeah plenty of them. Biscuit Lady is pretty punctual, we won’t starve, right?
But you man, those sachets! You don’t speak French too well, I know that, but you got it right. Lots of gelée…. good greasy stuff to lick off the chops. Fishy sometimes too, that makes a change. Plus the human stuff….. we cats like variety. Your poulet roti is getting better and hey… we loved the bit of mousse de canard last week, almost like proper cat food.
Craving? Well, a girl’s gotta eat, round here we eat as often as we can. Wish you spoke a bit more French though dude. You got any of that saucisse de toulouse round the place?
Some views of Earth, including a rare shot of a cat in the process of de-materialising (proof at last!)
WordPress tells me I’ve been doing this for two years now. Time flies! I’ve managed around 300 posts. I’ve amassed some 560 followers, really nice folk from all around the world. There’s been over 7000 likes, well over 20000 views now. I’ve also seen some great photos from like minded souls around the planet.
I’ve loved every minute. I’m obviously not going to stop now! So, in keeping with Drifter house rules, there must be a photo. But what? I’m lost with a photo challenge. Oh alright, a cat, haven’t done a cat for ages. There’s still not enough cats on the internet.
This is Odin, a bright young man about town, one of my neighbours. He’s fairly new to the game, but already he’s quite the dude.
I made this one for a Friday 13th post. As luck would have it, (2 Friday 13ths later) the prompt was something different that day.
So…. here’s one I made earlier!
(always wanted to say that!)
You might stumble upon love, although your path seems full of potholes.
You walk into a pachinko parlour and finally make your fortune, despite all the odds.
A grand piano falls out of a upstairs window and misses you by inches, the luckiest day of your life.
You finally get that black cat crossing your path, or you might cross his path.
You might even predict what the Photo Challenge is going to be.
In today’s writing challenge, you’ll choose a scenario (or invent your own) and write a poem, a short story, a vignette, a scene, or flash fiction based on Nighthawks by Edward Hopper.
Well I hate making a mess, hey Red, you got an ashtray? Take your time, the man needs his drink first up. Yeah I got a light,the lady’s got one for me. Just right there when I need it. You know I was wondering about that match-book. One of you was bound to still have it, you’re all tidy people. You’re not smokers either, I am. You notice that kind of thing when you ain’t got no lighter. Yep, just the one match missing. You were a smoker once lady? Gave it up for your voice of course. Smoky enough already huh? Needed to steady your nerves I guess.
Move it Red, that man needs his drink real bad. But you’d know about that huh? I know about that, I can see it all here in front of me, I got brothers too. I knew you’d all come here. Yeah, I know, nothing I can prove. Our friend with the shaky hands wouldn’t lie, not if he wants to keep doing his sermons. He doesn’t look quite right though, out of uniform like that.
Red’s alright, aren’t you Red? Never left the diner, not for a moment. Little Miss Scarlet here, on stage at the club. Everybody saw you, right lady? All illusions, all well done no doubt. I don’t have illusions, not any more. I’ve seen too much. And you know what? I don’t care. I can guess why, but there’s a thousand ‘whys’ out there. Look for a motive? Who don’t got a motive for this? Had it coming? You could say that.
There’s plenty of working stiffs back at the Precinct House would have done the same thing. Not smart enough though, not as smart as you people. One real smart family. The church, the club, the diner… all in the same business when you look at it. All working for the lonely souls. Here you all are then, hiding in plain sight. My Ma was a redhead, you know that? It’s how it I spotted you. Just passing by, long day that one. Wasn’t going to come in, but there you all were, plain as day.
I’ll be on my way when I’ve smoked this thing. Trying to give up too. Hey Red, put the match-book in the trash can out the back will ya? They ain’t going to find it, and if they do? Ah yeah, just another nighthawk that came in for a brew.
Meanwhile, Jake & Dinos the two dimensional art bombing Trivialians congratulated themselves on how well they’d blended in.
My apologies to Edward Hopper.