I have a ukulele, Rowdy has a frenemy. When the uke comes out he jumps down and sits at my feet with a sad expression.The uke cuts into his time. Occasionally he will push his way in and sit beside me but after only moment of me playing the same cord over and over he is done. Now the computer is a different story more than once he pushes the small lighted box out of the way by sitting on my hands and refusing to move until a belly is sufficiently scratched. For this reason and others I think he has a love hate relationship with the oddly shaped sound machine.