Schrödinger, the infamous cat, is at it again. This time, he's been caught plotting something, but he's not talking.
As he sits in the corner of his laboratory, surrounded by equations and diagrams, he seems to be cooking up something sinister.
His tail flicks back and forth, a clear sign that he's up to no good. His eyes gleam with malice, as he plots and schemes.
Will it be a heist? A coup? A plan to steal all the catnip in the city? The world may never know.