Claiming the Under-Table

A narrow dark opening called beneath the low wooden table. Grunt. I stalked into the shadows, leaving the soft rug behind. Hard floorboards cold against my claws. In the corner, a pair of thick black power cables snaked across the dust. Obstacle. I stepped directly onto the thickest wire, pinning it flat with my heel. A sharp click of my teeth signaled victory. My blue cord hung ready in my fist. This dark vault is secure. I stand post.#Foxy #Dinosaurs #Dino