Category: Schrodinger’s Diary
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The Stash
Picture the scene, it is 3am and hoomama is peacefully snoring when she is startled into wakefulness, heart racing at a sudden loud THUMP. Then she hears the sound of me whispering quietly to my Bro… Hoomun: Cat, it was NOT quiet, not with that language!
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A British Winter
Schrodinger: (Twirling his feather quill pen as he thinks…) Today, I write to those who sit with me in solidarity (aka my fans) from the depths of a British winter… Hoomum: Sigh….Cat, there’s a few flakes out there, it’s hardly arctic.
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Clanking Chains
Schrodinger here, writing to all my fans who stand with me as I continue in this place of wholly unfair captivity…. It is now day 556 of The Cage…
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The Plan
Schrodinger: “AS I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted! It is now day 457 of my eternal captivity….”
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Spa Day
Schrodinger: Hang on, HANG ON! Hoomum, you promised I was having a SPA day. This does not look like a spa. In fact, it looks rather a lot like The Place That Shall Not Be Named. Hoomum, you tricked me!!
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The Song
Tonight’s ’Song of the People’: “All alone am I! Ever since your goodbye! All alone with just the beat of my heart! People all around but I don’t hear a sound, just the lonely beating of my heart….”
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