The Golden Dial

I waddled up onto the low wooden stereo cabinet to find a chill spot to wind down. Resting right on the brushed metal faceplate was an oversized brass volume knob. I leaned my plush belly against the smooth metal rim and gave it a slow, deliberate twist with both of my stubby paws. Each gentle notch clicked with a heavy, muted clunk that vibrated right through my toes. A warm amber power lamp softly lit up the engraved numbers, reflecting a golden ring against my face. Leaning back against the cool metal casing, listening to the quiet room settle, felt super calm and cozy.