My Roomba has become the 3rd pet in our household after Max the dog and Sneakers the cat. When he gets stuck on a stack of papers or pinned under furniture, the housemates know how to extract him, tap his clean button twice and have our robovacuum continue on his merry way. The other pets have also welcomed it into their hearts by having coping strategies beyond merely scattering should it come within 10 feet of them as they did when the Roomba was first acquired. The cat now blithely jumps to a higher surface and lets the Roomba go about its business. Max knows that the edges of his bed are sufficiently that the Roomba is stopped by the plush barrier and retreats to it when he hears the Roomba’s whirring.
Today, Max was a bit more splayed out than usual and the Roomba kept hitting his extended paws. Max would dutifully nudge over an inch, the Roomba would hit him again, and Max would rotate a bit more. The Roomba got Max to do two full revolutions before Max found a pose where he was entirely within the confines of his dog bed. The Roomba now had another role, dance partner.