Here's my little bird cafe offering "wild bird seed" bought from the supermarket, fresh water, and hanging on a branch up to the left, is a lump of fat with a string through it, also sold for the purpose of supporting wild birds through the harsh winter we're having here.
The birds are shy and didn't want to be photographed, but I have seen up to six tiny silvereyes at a time pecking at the lard, and the seeds are popular too, with a variety of other species.
And all high enough up the tree to be safely out of the way of any wandering Tabby.
According to the famous mathematical thought experiment, Schroedinger's cat is neither dead nor alive. So it's a cool concept if you don't like being locked into binaries. Not so good if you don't like being locked into a lethal booby-trapped box. And from the cat's point of view, there is no ambiguity at all.