Oh, the diva performance! My cat, Mina, could shatter glass with her “I’m STARVING” aria if dinner was five minutes late. I finally got smart before a weekend away and snagged a from automatic cat feeder . Set it up with a test run, and the moment she realized the machine, not me, was dispensing the food, the singing stopped. She just sat there, blinking at it, like her career was over. It was hilariously peaceful. The thing hasn’t jammed once, even on her aggressively enthusiastic kibble. Total backstage win for both of us. Enjoy your quiet getaway!