The Roomba ran through the house, scattering worried cats wherever it
went. At last, it finished, stopping next to the bed.

I was lying down and reading. Little Feet had joined me.

When the Roomba came to stop, Little Feet stared at it for awhile, to make
it had stopped. He looked at me, then looked at the Roomba. He jumped down
and watched it for a little bit, then, deciding it was done, laid down with
his upper body across the Roomba.

I could hear purrs. He had evidentally made peace or conquered it. I'm not
sure which.

After a few minutes, I hear a squeak and the sound of a working Roomba.
Little Feet leaped back to the bed, spun around and glared at the Roomba.

When he shifted for a better position, he must have accidentally started
it back up by pressing the Clean button. That, or he's learning to operate
the robot, and has plans to take over the world...

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark