Oh lordy, it’s a marriage of two things I love: Cats and Twitter (I am a Twitter expert, after all). Twitcat, I shall call it. Happy Friday, ya’ll.
It’s too bad you can’t use it to feed your cat. That’s what I need, a contraption that dumps food in the bowl when I tell it to because I’m out dancing late and forgot to feed the furballs. The obvious flaw here is that you’d have to know the status of your cat to begin with: In, or out. Unless it tells you which way the door swings, which would be handy. If I had an open cat door, though, I would have an apartment full of neighbor cats and racoons in no time.
Oh, wait. The obvious flaw here is that it’s stupid. I forgot that part. But as a cat lady, I still love it.
You know there is a real device that will feed your cat automatically right? My friend has one so that her cat would stop waking her up at 5am for food. At a certain hour, plop out comes a set amount of dry food. Her cat is a fatty, and he spends most of the day sitting and watching the food dispenser, willing it to drop!