There is an enormous tomcat on her lap. He would be asleep, but every time he starts to doze off, she screams "EAT IT, YOU SONS OF WHORES!" at the TV, and his ears twitch. Occasionally he gives her a reproachful look, usually after she's accidentally beaned the controller off his head. One particularly dramatic gout of on-screen gore causes her to yell "HOOOYAH!" and pump her fist in the air, forcing the cat to retire further down the couch. He puts his chin on a fluffy pink sock and thinks dark feline thoughts.
In conclusion, "God of War" is more fun than one person ought to be able to have by themselves.
*One of the Romans who write epic poetry, probably. Unlikely to stab anyone on the Senate steps. Lacks attention span for serious vice. Voted most likely to fiddle around while Rome burns.