Once there was a cat to see

A most screwed up anomaly

Twas here, twas there, most everywhere

Yet not quite anywhere at all.

A blur, a wave, a feline faint

Paw prints scatter pussy’s taint

yet when observed through keyhole, thus

There appears the silly puss.

I thought him dead, perhaps alive

I wish the damned cat would just decide 

To be or not to be

A question asked so frequently.

Yet as we sit beside the fire

Petting puss being my desire

You live, I laugh, you die, I cry

To the many worlds, we can’t deny.

The moral of the story thus

When searching for such elusive puss

Be ye caught in the act, either seen or heard

Collapses the wave function of that sneaky turd.