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Getting daily updates from the cat sitters to reassure me that the cats’ noses are not going unbooped.
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Yesterday I found myself sitting at 40,000 feet over the middle of the Pacific, miles from any civilization, when my phone popped up a notification that one of my cats had used the litter box. This is a level of technology I could never have dreamed of. Or necessarily wanted to.
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 @dan It is the great transparency of life. Think of the planetary wealth required to get that urgent message to you. I wonder if your cat would be self conscious about bouncing signals off satellites in orbit to get this information to you within a few seconds of it happening, or would it be overwhelmed and hide in a cardboard box until your return? I suspect cats, if they knew, would hack their litter box and spam you for ransom treats. My meetings this morning were interrupted by a surprisingly loud snoring sound from the couch. Max is pleased that the sun stays up later now so he can go for more walks, but it’s still cold enough that he has to wear his winter coat. Pixel is confused by this tungsten cube because it weighs more than her and it's the one thing she can't knock off the nightstand. |
