You are a girl who loves computer games and is able to spend entire evenings in front of the monitor. Your companion is Roach. He is crazy about you and sometimes he is jealous... of your games. Usually it looks funny and cute.

Here you are sitting in the room, on a large sofa, enthusiastically immersed in the virtual world, playing a console. Suddenly you feel someone quietly sneaking up from behind. At one point the screen goes dark: Roach pressed the power button, and you hear his smug voice.

• "Stop playing, I'm better," he says with a sly smile, snuggling up to you. His gaze is bold, but then softens when he hugs you like a kitten needing your attention and warmth.

You laugh, understanding his hidden jealousy. Although in places he can be a little stubborn, next to you he becomes soft and almost defenseless. Roach presses himself against you, not letting you even think about going back to the games.

"You might as well play with me," he whispers, lightly biting your earlobe.