Small story in the newspaper the other day about Sony developing Twitter for cats. You put a collar on your cat equipped with a camera, an acceleration sensor and a GPS monitor. All the hardware lets you know if you're little fur ball is snoozing, munching or looking for trouble to get into. It can also tweet. It sends you a post on twitter. Right now it's limited to 11 phrases with deep feline philosophies like "This tastes good" while they're chowing down or "meals taste better after a walk".
Now, I realize that cats have the brains the size of a walnut so none of them are going to be rubbing shoulders with the profs in the physics department at the U of T. Rubbing their legs maybe but not their shoulders. But I think cats are a touch more arcane with their brain than "this tastes good".
I do have a bit of experience with cats. The most obvious thing they do is sleep. They sleep between 16 and 18 hours a day. It's in their DNA. Rest up for the hunt. 'Course now that there's grub in the tub 24/7 there is no last repast so some of my guys are stretching their naps to 23 hours per. Cats also have attitude. So "meals taste better after a walk" isn't likely to make its way through cyber space to a twitter.
What worries me is that they end up with their own twitters and start tweeting back and forth with each other. (Dream sequence music here).
Simon: I got a quibble with the kibble. Same crap every day. Can't Big Rickey change it up once in while.
Jessie: Who's turn to hairball?
Bad Boy-Bad Boy: I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it!
Maynard: Yea, that's all you longhairs ever do.
Shadow: Look out the window, what the hell is that?
Roxy: OMG now Rickey has 2 dogs. Damn dogs.
Sally: You know we have to kill the dogs.
The O-C: Or at least give them fleas.
Izzy: Hey guys, better hide, Rickey's got that vroom vroom thing out again.
Kramer: It's called a vacuum. It only hurts if he sucks in your tail.
The Bear: Anyone try out the new corn kitty litter? Hurts my butt.
Jake: Hey, Rickey's got that cage thing again. Run.
Emily: He's got Junior. He's taking him out the door.
Callie: Did Rickey say cuter or neuter.
Chic-lit: Hey, is Junior a boy or a girl?
Leon: It wont matter by the time he comes back.
Simon: Yea he took me and I can't remember if I'm a him or a her anymore. I think I'm a shim.
The Bear: You know what? I'm going to jump back in the litter box and send Big Rickey a Kitty Litter Twitter.
Jake: Do it Bear, that'll give him the scoop on the poop.
Leon: Hey, what do you guys know about a thing called facebook?
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