The Great Crisp Snatch

My whiskers started twitching the second a savory, salty scent drifted past the sofa. I tiptoed into the kitchen on silent paws, tracking that glorious smell right to an open tote bag leaning against the pantry door. Inside sat a brown paper bag from the chip shop! I squeezed behind the canvas straps, gripped a crispy, golden fry that was poking out of the top with both paws, and gave a triumphant tug. The crunchy prize snapped free, landing right between my front legs. First official snack victory of the evening, unlocked!