Mom keeps a hand vacuum behind a chair in the living room. It is my mission each day to separate the vacuum from its charging base.
Mom tried to clean the living room a little bit today. Then, I sat in her lap while she read a book about colors. I noticed halfway through the book that Mom put the vacuum on its charger. So, I got up, walked over to the vacuum, took it off the charger, and returned to Mom's lap.
She should know by now that I'm probably going to have a tendency to be as particular as her.