Taming the Black Box

A deep rumble called to me from under the television. Low. Steady. Hrrr! I marched straight toward the dark metal box emitting the hum. It blew warm air right into my snout! I froze, blinked hard, and took a sturdy stance. Not backing down. I stomped my foot, gave a fierce little roar, and planted both claws directly onto the smooth, vibrating casing. The warmth seeped into my belly. The steady hum thrummed through my whole body. Excellent. The metal beast has surrendered, and now it is my personal heated fortress.