She opened her eyes, groggy and disoriented. She blinked several times to no effect. She climbed unsteadily to her feet, falling several times as she explored the small space. It was, she determined by bumping her tender head into hard walls, a contained area, about one cat length by two. At one end was a small step or box. There was nothing else, and she lay down again to sleep.

“Curiosity and the Zombie Cat”

About the story: Why Schroedinger should never have been allowed near animals.