In one world, the cat is dead. In another world, the cat's totally alive...having a great time...writing letters home to ma about what a great time it's having...creating time machines that defy the time space wave function continuum...ending up in the dead cat's universe on a particularly wild night. It finds the dead cat. Slaps the dead cat in the face and says, "When are you going to wake up? Don't you realize you're nothing but a part of a very flawed theory?!" There's no response. Drunk and disappointed, the live cat stumbles back into his time machine navigating his way back home. Except, there's no home anymore. There's a steal cage and some nutty Austrian physicist named Erwin Schrödinger standing there going, "I've got an idea."
Moral of Interpretation: Don't fuck with a dead cat.