“The Floor Strike Incident”
Yesterday, Saturday, with the sun shining just right, I was lounging on the sofa binge-watching. Suddenly— “Starting work” “Obstacle ahead cannot be passed, returning to base station”
The familiar electronic voice of the robotic vacuum echoed in the living room, then fell silent again. I froze for 3 seconds, suddenly realizing: this diligent worker hadn’t been to work for five days!
I rushed over and almost burst out laughing: a sunflower doll’s “core” was blocking the robot’s path like an arrogant toll booth. The culprit was sitting on the coffee table, tail swishing, with an expression of “I’m just strategically placing game obstacles” on its innocent face.
It turns out that the scheduled cleaning at 4:30 PM every day had been intercepted by this “little yellow weasel” using toys to set up a web. No wonder the floor has been looking like it’s covered with a layer of cat hair filter lately.
“The Window Screen Incident”
Last night, while writing code by the computer, I suddenly heard a “scratching—” sound. I turned around and my blood pressure shot up: Yuzu was using its newly sharpened “Wolverine claws” to scratch the custom window screen I had just installed, its little head stuck in the screen frame, eyes shining like two glass beads in the moonlight.
“Yuzu! I spent a fortune on this!” It tilted its head and meowed, adding a new scratch to the screen… who can withstand this!
“The Ultimate Cuteness Technique”
Before bed, this little rascal suddenly had an epiphany, grabbing its favorite freeze-dried treat and jumping onto the bed, lying on its back with its creamy belly exposed, its front paws curled up in a lucky cat pose—standard “v me 50” atonement posture. Just as I raised my phone to record, it wrapped its tail around my wrist, purring like a tractor.
What else could I do? Of course, I chose to forgive it.
“The Aftermath”
This morning at 7:00, there was only a ball of fur in the nest, too lazy to show its ears. Last night, after too much cuddling, the battery was drained, and the little yellow weasel shut down. I found Yuzu curled up in the cat bed like a caramel pudding, its ears still in the airplane ear position from last night’s cuddling. The robotic vacuum was diligently circling the cat bed, finally free to work without any obstructions.
Yuzu is still sleeping, probably dreaming of collecting tolls.The daily life of a cat owner is like doing sit-ups between “driving me crazy” and “melting my heart!!”