Right now, Mowgli is like Schrödinger’s Cat. In my mind, he is alive and dead at the same time. I have to face both realities simultaneously, both of which are not encouraging.

He disappeared yesterday morning; possibly one of the most engaging and delightful little creatures you could imagine. He could literally walk on walls. I called him “a dog of a cat”, such was/is his playfulness. It’s unlike him to be away for so long. 

I don’t know whether I should use the past or present tense. Alive and dead at the same time.