I'm John Titors Cat - Quantum!

I pissed under Johns bed today - do you think he will notice?

I am John Titors cat Quantum!

I exist due to the Uncertainty Principle, which means I have a probabilistic chance of existing.
Sometimes I am here - sometimes I am there.
Sometimes I am hungry.


But as I am presently in Johns apartment, and there is radiation outside, I am concerned that my DNA is being damaged by stray photons, and radiative isotopes in my food!

John doesn't understand that feeding me Fukushima fish from Sendai could kill me!


Please ask John to stop feeding me radioactive fish!

I have an interest in Analog Devices DSP products from the 1990's.
John has some of these in the future, but he doesn't understand how to programme them.
He can get some ADSP2115's working, but has trouble writing code for the ADSP2181 processors.

Welcome John Tittors Cunt

your dna is damaged and it is not damaged.

what is observer?

You are an impostor!

John told me that his cat is actually named Schroedinger!

As you know, John is now in Japan.
'Schro' was abandoned in a cardboard box outside the LAX terminal, when John had to flee the USA in a hurry.
You see, to John, we have already died. He doesn't care because we are already dead to him.

I was just a little kitten when he saw me in a cage out the back of the Sushi restaurant down the road from him. I was going to end up in someone's Bento Box, but John took me home.

I sleep on the end of Johns bed, but some nights, I'm not the only pussy in the bed, so to speak.
But that's for another conversation.

Fluent English?

I try very hard.
As you know, English is a difficult language, however I am using Johns Touchy pad to communicate with you, using a Mew to English app that John seams to have gotten from somewhere.
I believe it may have been Section 44 at Area 51.

My claws work well on the touch screen!

:bigbs:

Of course not!
My 'Menglish' is very limited.

Last year I stowed away on a Russian fishing ship loaded with second hand cars on its way to Vladivostok.
I wanted to escape the radiation here and start a new life at the Federal University in the steam pipes~!

The cars tested positive for radiation, and I was found.
When they returned me to John I was bloated on caviare, soup and smelt of Vodka.

I'm not being paid.
GLP is part of my emotional development and attempt to understand John more.
He has been acting strangely recently.

Also a lot of my friends here are having thyroid issues, but some of it is not from the radiation

I think he has been consuming too much Soy in his diet.

I hear splashes in the toilet, he is having the motion of runnies?

When he gets dressed - I've noticed he is growing man boobs.

Hmmm, you sound exactly like Tuesday Lobsang Rampa's cat???



hahaha

No, I can use the toilet also.
There is a difference.

Of course, I have to ask I can no longer go outside, as the soil in the garden is radioactive, and then I have to lick my paws clean.
Of course, when I lick my arse clean, I'm just accumulating all this radioactive dirt.

A friend caught a mouse in Tokyo last week, and left it for his Mistress on the floor. It recorded 55 microSieverts per hour.

Today it is raining.
I am inside, today.

It is still raining.
But blossoms are blooming

John is in his room with the door closed watching Hentai

Thank you auto ban, you are ever so faithful.

every weakness can also be a vantage
and every vantage can also be a weakness.

it is only in added dimension that it can be seen properly.

Well, another wet week.
Finally John is out, and I have access to the electronic world.
John has been having issues paying his bills recently, so I guess it is more fish from Sendai for me.
Or Fukushima beef.

I can't believe it.
John is picking his nose again at his keyboard.

I'm outta here!
The last time the sicko rubbed it in my fur.

To a kid, looking up to Titor
(ah ah aahhhhh)
Life ain't nuthin
but
bitches and money!

How American of you.
Digusting.

It will serve our relationship best if you will kindly refrain in future from such low brow conversation!

John strokes me, but prefers to stroke his ego.