The Litter Robot




This really might be the best invention of all time. A guy in my program was telling me about this the other day. Apparently it's meant that he only has to clean the litterbox once a week and it doesn't smell as bad as they can. His wife's pretty happy, too. The question is: if he also gets an automatic feeder, does that mean he's no longer a pet owner?

I've been debating that question and I wonder if it's not the services we provide for our animals but our time and love. And really I don't think my cat feels the love when I'm scooping her toilet. She does when I'm feeding her though. At least she reacts differently. I guess the important thing is that you maintain some form of physical contact.

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