flying guillotine

Through an open vent on the roof, a portly green fly droned clumsily via the ductwork into the interior of the house. It crawled onto a wall in the living room, where it found a vantage point to survey the house.
“Ckhehk! Ckhehk! Ckhehk!” The distinct chirping of a cat stalking its prey warned the insect, but in the time that it took to react, Oni had shaken her tail, readied her muscles, and leapt to deliver a fatal clap, catching the bug between her two front paws, claws fully extended; assassination.
Sensors in the home had alerted Han of the presence of the intruder, and he had left his duty of cleaning the litter pan to attend to the matter. On his arrival to the living room, he found the matter fully attended to by the feline, and so he returned to his chore, letting her enjoy her plaything for the moment.

abuse

“Reowwrrr!” Oni demanded. She hadn’t seen her owner in months and she was intent on letting him know she was not happy about the length of his absence.
“Reaaahhh,” Kirin returned. He removed his right sock and tossed it on her back. She complained. He repeated the move with his left sock. She shook the socks off and he leaned back. Before he could process the event, he felt his lap getting warmer, and she was curled up, eyes closed, purring, on her way to a nap.
Han took note of the interaction. His personality was, to say the least, robotic, and these kinds of spontaneous games were something he was still learning. Before Oni would let the droid pester her, it would have to earn her trust and respect. She was smart enough to know he was an automaton; their relationship was hollow.

friends

The droid silently floated over the cat. She looked unimpressed and licked her paw. A red dot appeared on the wooden floor. The cat jerked her head and stared at it. It began to move slowly, and then sped away, disappearing from sight. The cat was now attentive, her ears perked as her eyes darted, in search of the light. The dot reappeared, and she pounced. She lifted her paw to find nothing.
The cat was entertained, no doubt, but there was something missing. The droid’s computer was simply running a scheduled operation: routine maintenance work; household chores. The interaction was robotic, lacking chemistry, lacking soul. Han was a flying computer, and although a good computer, Oni — the cat — possessed something Han didn’t: emotions. Han could emulate them, but there was no true bond between the two beings. While Oni was entertained enough by the robot to not go insane while the homeowner was gone on one of his sporadic work trips, she missed him. Han was completely apathetic if the owner never returned. The chores would always be done.