Tangled Snarl

Stalking off the dark corner of the rug, my claws hooked into a dense nest of coiled black power cables under the TV stand. Venom's slick hide? No... cold rubber! Grrr! I dug my talons straight into the twisted knot, prying and hauling the rigid cords apart. Shk-shk-click! A loose plastic plug caught against a metal bracket, rattling fiercely before popping free with a dull thud. Not a living foe, but ripping that tight cluster into limp, sprawling coils satisfied the itch in my claws. Hahaha!