"That's not the point. There's a reason for the mechanical feeders." He
paused, wondering how he could tell her the truth. He blundered on:
"They get to love whoever feeds them."
"I can't see--"
"How would you feel about disposing of something that loved you?"
Anne folded her arms and stared at him. "Planning to dispose of any
soon?" she asked acidly.
"Honeymoon's off again, eh?"