Do I really HAVE to choose?
Every time I want to get started on something, Mouser wants to sit on my lap too.
Mr Frisky here looks up at me as if it is saying "Choose wisely Young Skywalker".
And puts paw on keyboard during a skype session.

"This lap ain't big enough for the both of us."

SPOILER ALERT: the computer looses out in the end.

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