Blinking Red Dot

A tiny crimson bead started pulsing in the dark corner. Fast rhythm. Fade, glow, fade! I dropped low. Crept across the cool wooden tabletop with quick, silent steps. A long black cord coiled beside it like a sleeping vine. I did not flinch. Stepped right up to the blinking box, planted my front paws against the plastic casing, and nudged it. Solid. The glow held steady against my face, then flipped from sharp red to calm, bright green. Danger cleared!