pikka meets a device

A low, vibrating buzz called to me from under the long wooden cabinet. I scrambled past the edge of the rug and hopped right toward a black brick glowing with a tiny green light. It was warm! I pressed both front paws against its smooth plastic shell, tilting my head as the steady vibration buzzed straight into my chest. But when I leaned in closer, a bundled tangle of thick black cords shifted and gave a sudden soft snap against the floorboards. I jumped back onto my heels, ears twitching up high, but everything stayed still. It was just an adapter resting in the shadows, radiating cozy heat into the evening air.