Heat and Rumble

Morning march to higher ground! I clambered up the low wooden kitchen stool—claw by claw—and hauled my chest onto the cool stone counter! Right in front of me sat a towering chrome box. Suddenly—CLACK! A deep click, then a soft, red-hot buzzing vibration rose straight out of its metal slots! Heat hit my snout like a desert blast! Did I back off? NEVER! Grrr... HUH! I braced both feet, planted my heavy tail against a nearby cutting board, and leaned right into the warm metal flank. Held ground against the baking roar! Pure triumph!