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Update on the cat saga - instead of buying child gates, we got online and looked for a different automatic feeder. Jeff found an expensive one, but hey, I could feed Ginger 48 times in a day if I wanted. The place had great customer service when I emailed a few questions - the guy was even funny and said the cat couldnt break it unless of course she was the size of a small dog and body slammed it. It arrived yesterday and Jeff took some pleasure in putting together a new gadget. Then we tortured the cat while testing it out to get just a little bit to come out at a time. It has a chute of sorts and the bowl is under that. It was pretty funny to watch her have to use her paw to move the pieces that were under the chute, but she ofcourse figured it out. And later we were watching tv and I heard a noise that sounded like a metal fence rattling or something. I had already forgotten about the feeder - Jeff laughed at me for getting startled. Ginger didnt know what it was either and we had to coax her to the bowl. She must have figured it out throughout the night because she did not meow at us at all until Jeff's alarm went off. Yeah! so far so good. I also think this feeder will be easier for my cat sitter to figure out when we go on vacation.