The buttons on my automated floor droid make it easy for anyone to use, even a small cat.
Twice now I’ve come home to find the thing roaming around with Chiclet stalking as best she can. It sucks up the smaller cat toys, which I’m sure she didn’t intend to happen, so I have to pry them loose from the innards.
Still, it would be nice if I could somehow train the little beast into turning it on when she kicks kitty litter all over the floor, but we are still working on “don’t jump into the fridge while I’ve got my back turned or else I will shut you in there”.
Already it has become an issue of who owns who, and where the poop should go.
Like all cats I have known, the first obvious place to relieve the bladder is on the freshly laundered clothes. So, the past few days have been educational, filled with positive reinforcement and a good bowel movement. Its mostly solved, I think. I just spotted a small log behind a bookshelf.
It will make my kid sister happy to know that I started watching Season 1 of Lost.