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November 2007 - Posts

Computerized collar keeps kitty's information

Posted: Tuesday, November 20, 2007 6:42 PM

By Anna Chan

What it is: PetSafe Micro I.D. Rescue Collar, $39.99 to $44.99 exclusively at PETCO

What it claims to do: Stores your pet’s vital information on a USB flash memory card attached to a collar for instant access to contact, medical and care information.

Our experience:: As an overprotective (some would say “crazy”) cat mama, I’m always on the alert for ways to keep my cats safe. PetSafe’s Micro I.D. Rescue Collar seemed to fit the bill. If my cat ever got lost or was injured, whoever found him could plug in the memory card into a computer and find out not only how to return him to me, but who his vet is and about his medical conditions. CONTINUED >>

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Clocky has alarming method of getting his way

Posted: Thursday, November 08, 2007 8:48 PM

By Melissa Dahl

What it is: Nanda’s Clocky, an alarm clock that runs away; $49.99

What it claims to do: Help wake you up in the morning by rolling away after you’ve hit the snooze button one time too many. Clocky will let you hit snooze once (you can set the timer anywhere from 0-9 minutes), but after that, he rolls off your nightstand and scampers around your room beeping.

Our experience: Clocky and I, we had such big plans. During our brief but blissful honeymoon stage, his encouragement got me up in time to do some crazy things in the morning. Things like running, straightening my hair and sometimes even showering.

But after a week of waking up together, all the things about him I once found so endearing became tiresome. At first, I just loved to watch him do his thing. I’d gleefully giggle as he’d roll off my nightstand and lead a chase around my bedroom. While I was happy I’d broken my snooze button addiction, those bleary-eyed games of tag became less and less hilarious as the mornings wore on. Soon, I started tensing up at the very sound of his voice – a series of shrieking beep-boops (think of R2-D2 gone evil.)

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