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Who's the boss in this house? You be the judge!

Roomba, the Robot Vacuum Cleaner

We have a new member of our family. His official name is Roomba, the Robot Vacuum cleaner, but we call him Robbie. Cassie and I are fascinated with him. We follow him everywhere and watch him work. Of course we let him know if he misses a spot and he always comes back eventually and makes sure the spot is clean. When he is through, he finds his charging station in the living room and hooks himself back up so he is charged and ready for the next time Mom needs him.

This morning about 4:00 am, Dad was sleeping on the couch as he often does if he wakes up during the night and can't get back to sleep. I decided to play my straw game, and of course Dad is the easiest target to play with. I was trying to wake him up with my yowl, and tossing my straw in the air, when I accidentally stepped on Robbie's "ON" switch and woke "HIM" up.

Robbie thought it was time to vacuum, so he moved off his stand and started running around the living room. Of course that woke Dad up. That was all right with me. I was trying to wake him up anyway. I hate playing by myself.

Now Dad goes in and wakes Mom up to tell her that "HER" vacuum cleaner is cleaning the living room. I have noticed that we are ALL "hers" when we do something wrong. When mom came in the living room, I was sitting there watching Robbie do his work.

After Mom sent him back to his stand, I spent a few minutes trying to remember what I did to turn him on in the first place.

Now, if I could just remember how I did it, what a great game it would be to play EVERY night! :0)

New Game

I'm so proud of myself. I found the neatest game to play today. The first time was an accident and it took my Dad a little time to find me, but then he caught on to the game really fast after that.

We have a small bathroom off the kitchen. I found that if I get behind the door I can close it from the inside. Then I can jump up on the sink by the door and when my Dad or Mom opens the door, I can jump right up on their shoulder. I liked the game so much that I did it FIVE times while my Mom was making breakfast.

I heard her tell Dad that she hoped I didn't do it when they weren't in the kitchen as they might not find me for hours. Fat chance. If I am not around, they always come looking for me. A cat really has to think hard to figure out new games to keep the humans busy around THIS house.

IT'S ALL ABOUT POWER!

Yep, that’s what it is all about....POWER! If you are lucky enough to be a cat, and have a couple of humans who dote on you, you are in complete control. Sometimes I lay awake thinking of new ways to prove my dominance.

I always like to wait until my mom goes in the kitchen to make breakfast before deciding I am hungry. Usually she has already given me a helping of my favorite canned fish, but it never tastes as good as when she is trying to make breakfast. I'm good at getting right in her way when she is attempting to take a step. Tripping her is not above my game plan if she isn't paying attention to me.

The last few days I found the ultimate ploy. When she is standing at the stove, I let her know I am there and that my intentions are to jump on her shoulder. I don't care what she is doing. Stirring oatmeal, making coffee, buttering toast.....makes no difference to me. I can jump from the floor clear up to her shoulder. She has no choice but to catch me. Then I snuggle. Oh how I purr and rub my head under her chin. Since she has her arms under me anyway, I slip down, turn upside down and lay cradled in her arms, looking up at her with the softest golden eyes you ever did see. Dad tells her she can't just put me down. He thinks it is sooo cute. Like I have said before, I have him trained well. In his eyes, I can do no wrong.

So there stands mom, cradling me in the middle of the kitchen, while the oatmeal bubbles, the toast still needs buttering, and the coffee is getting cold.

Now I ask you to be the judge......which is more important?

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