So, you think you know about Schrödinger’s cat?
Perhaps you’ve even come up with an equation?
Was the equation nonlinear?
Yes, but was it one-dimensional?
Ah-ha! Did you account for its turbulence — of the integrable variety?
Well, then, these guys have plenty to tell you about its early stage:
Early stage of integrable turbulence in the one-dimensional nonlinear Schrödinger equation
(Of course, they do have the humility to admit that they’re using a semiclassical approach to statistics.)
My neo-reductionistic framework spits upon your semiclassical twaddle…
This isn’t connected to Damncat by any chance?
Well, it is, and it isn’t, if you know what I mean.
Did you count on getting bloody trying to put a cat in a box? You really should account for that.
That reminds me of the time my indoor cat got out and went to hide under a car. He was very adamant about staying under the car. By the time I was able to retrieve him, my hand looked like a bloody Jackson Pollack.
Literally bloody, not the British emphatic adjective bloody.
Hell, bloody? Cats go into any box with gusto. It’s super easy, barely an inconvenience.
Only when you don’t want us to.
Kitty goes in the box or it gets the hose.
maybe I’ll tell you, maybe I won’t
“So, you think you know about Schrödinger’s cat?”
I know everything there is to know about Schrödinger’s cat.
Except, y’know, whether or not it’s alive.
I don’t know anything about Schrödinger’s cat, but I am a great fan of Fat Freddy’s cat.