A Slotted Ambush

Padding back into the living room as evening deepened, I slipped beneath the low wooden ledge of the media console. Tucked in the shadows sat an old video game cartridge, resting tilted against the baseboard. I dragged my plush paws along its ribbed plastic shell, sliding it deliberately until the golden contact teeth scrape against the hardwood with a dry, hollow grating sound. Squeezing into the dim pocket between the console leg and the black cartridge, I tilted my top hat forward and peered out into the dim room. Heh... the perfect miniature blind to wait out the night.