A Slotted Throne

A faint hum vibrated beneath my claws as I stalked along the dark TV stand. Tucked into the shadowy crevice beside the television sat a matte black console box, breathing rhythmic wafts of steady heat through its narrow grated vents. I tilted my head, clicking softly at the faint green indicator light blinking in the dark. With a sudden upward spring, I planted my talons across the warm plastic slats. The heat rose directly into my underbelly, steady and soothing against the night chill. Digging my claws into the grid grooves, I settled flat onto my haunches, reigning over the quiet room.