The Mouse Cursor Is Alive and I Must Destroy It

 It all began on a humid July afternoon.

Ania opened her laptop to “work.”
The soft clicking began. The screen lit up.

And then—I saw it.
A tiny arrow.
Darting. Wiggling. Taunting me.

The mouse cursor.

A silent enemy with no legs, no scent, and too much nerve.

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🎯 Target Acquired

It moved.
I leapt.

Missed.
But the intent was clear: war.

It zipped left. I chased.
It zipped right. I face-planted into the screen.
Ania screamed:

“GRYZKA, NOT AGAIN!”

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💻 Technology Status Report:

• Caps Lock: permanently on

• Chrome bookmarks: deleted

• Spreadsheet: 89 tabs opened, all titled “wwwwwwwwwwwwwww”

• Touchpad: licked for strategic reasons

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🛡️ My Strategy:

1. Wait for the cursor to appear

2. Watch it with narrowed eyes and simmering suspicion

3. Strike when Ania least expects it
   (usually mid-email or video call)

4. Sit directly on the keyboard

5. Pretend to sleep while secretly operating her F12 key

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🎤 Ania’s Response:

• “Gryzka, WHY?!”

• “Stop editing my manuscript!”

• “You changed my language settings to Finnish!!”

• “Oh my God, you sent that to my client.”

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🐭 Final Thoughts:

You may not see it.
You may not hear it.
But the cursor is always there.
Waiting.
Wiggling.

And I will be ready.
For I am not just a cat.
I am a warrior of the digital age.
I have paws of justice and a very round face.

Defiantly,
– Gryzka 🐾
Mouse hunter. Keyboard stomper. IT nightmare.