"Whiskers" (Of course, I find myself saying that name like Little Edie at the beginning of "Grey Gardens". It's just how it must be pronounced.)
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.