Where did the cat go? Was it in the fridge, or was it in the toaster?
Or maybe it was never really there at all. Maybe it was just a thought experiment gone wrong.
Or maybe, just maybe, it was a quantum superposition of catness, existing in all places at once.
But wait, that can't be right. Cats can't be in multiple places at once. Or can they?
Or perhaps, just perhaps, the answer lies within the quantum realm, where the laws of physics are but a distant memory.
Or maybe it's just a really bad joke.