She's a 50 dollar Roomba knockoff from Biglots.
I had the dream of being able to just leave the house with her doing her thing, only to return to a spotlessly clean apartment.
No such luck.
She has to be supervised at all times, which kind of negates the whole point...well, to me at least.
I turned my head for a few minutes and she was sucking down the drapes
Also, much like a real cat, she gets trapped under the sofa and must be physically removed.
It's more work than vacuuming myself I think.
I thought about returning her.
(My mother is eager to do the dirty work of returning it for me. She loves returning things, anything...even a used vacuum. It's her hobby.
She has no shame. No fear.)
But I decided today to keep her.
What the hell. She keeps me company. I've become attached. You know what they say about strays, once you name it, it's yours.
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i want one, sugar! i hate housework! xoxoxoox
i'd love one, but it'd get clogged
with dog fur in about 3 minutes.
With great (sucking) power comes great responsibility.
We had a Roomba about ten years ago, and bought it thinking that it would be great to get under the bed. It was great as getting stuck under the bed, but it collected JRT fur and dustballs. These things don't like a world that doesn't conform to their sensors. And remember, its a fancy sweeper, not a vacuum.
Good luck with Whiskers and remember, you can always donate it to a science robotics class.
Not a pet. More like a pest!
You need to decorate Whiskers. It screams for sequins.
Bring it to the classroom. Tell them that "Whiskers" has special powers, or something obtuse. Then make them write an essay on what it eats, or who its parents are.
There are no shortcuts to good housekeeping.
Perhaps it would be a better pet in the bed rather than under it.
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