Computersprew

Each computer is home to a mouse. And the mouse shares the owner's own house. If the mouse were a cat with long claws and all that she'd compete with the master's dear spouse. How is that, you ask, what would a kitten whether, loyal or hostile or smitten have that housewives would lack It's when pussies attack the old trousermouse surely gets bitten. I suggest we all switch to the sprew, he would sleep in a child's smallest shoe. And for gremlins inside you could tell your sweet bride: this small sprew is a clue just for you.