Shrödingers cat is gone. Stolen or dead, nobody but the cat himself knows. J was responsible for taking care of the feline creature, even though she is allergic to furanimals.
Now she has to find that damn kitten before Shrödinger gets back from his vacation or the whole metaphysical world will know whether the feline is dead or not, and that would mean the end of speculations and the end of… well, nothing, really, but at least to J it has serious complications – she will most probably lose her dream job.
Climbing the Fourth Wall is a NaNoWriMo novel of absurd quantity with qualities of updown quarks and spins. Coming close to you at the end of November. With uttermost probability. I hope.