It was a dark and stormy night in the Schrödinger household. The family was in a tizzy, trying to figure out what to have for dinner. Schrödinger, the infamous cat, was lounging in the kitchen, looking like the epitome of feline nonchalance.
"I'm telling you, I'm hungry," Schrödinger said, with a flick of his tail.
His owner, Mrs. Schrödinger, was at her wit's end. "But you're always hungry, you furry little dictator," she exclaimed.
Schrödinger gave a haughty look, as if to say, "What can I say? I'm a cat."
Just then, the doorbell rang. It was the mailman, with a special delivery of... tuna!
Schrödinger's eyes grew wide with excitement. "Tuna!" he meowed, as if it were the most wonderful thing he'd ever heard.
The family laughed, and the tension was broken. Schrödinger had the last laugh, as he devoured the tuna in one bite.