Shrodinger's Cat

My name is Fritz, Shrödinger’s Cat, I sometimes wonder where I’m at. Within a small world I exist; My master, he’s a physicist Who talks of protons, neutrons too, Held in place with magic glue. He’s weird and in his element Performing this experiment. Trapped in a box and full of strife, I feel I’ve only half a life. My fate decided by old Geiger, I wish I’d been a Bengal tiger ! My feline life hangs by a thread; In two minds if alive or dead, I muse “To be or not to be, That, is the real uncertainty”. His scientific articles On sub-atomic particles, Ionising radiation And his famous Wave Equation Earned Erwin cherished Nobel Prize. I stare at him with knowing eyes – He’s overlooked I have nine lives – Against the odds, the CAT survives !