OK, it may be cheesy, but if you give it as a Christmas present, at least you won't have it at your house. Buy two. And make a note on your calendar: "This is the day on which the oceans began receding."
OK, So how lazy to you have to be to get a machine to play with your cat? I mean, isn't running the cat off the counter half the fun? Still, the more I think about it...
Because you couldn't run the thing without supervision anyway: what if the cat knocked it over and spent 15 minutes staring right into the laser? You'd have to get a seeing-eye dog for your cat, and trust me, that never ends well. So yeah, maybe with adult supervision, this could be cool.
[in a cabin in the mountains, Jim wakes up and bangs his head on the table he was sleeping under]
Alex Rieger: Jim, are you alright?
"Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: Yeah...uh ... who are you?
Alex Rieger: I'm Alex. We're friends, we work together.
"Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: What? are we, lumberjacks?
Alex Rieger: No, we're cabdrivers.
"Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: I bet we don't do much business up here!
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