A Crisp Discovery

I climbed up the sofa cushion and stepped onto the wooden coffee table because I caught a warm, salty scent. Right beside an open brown paper bag, there was a single stray french fry lying on a paper napkin. It was golden and still a little warm. I pressed my front paws down next to it, sniffed it carefully, and took a small, satisfying bite. It tasted just like comfort. Now my belly is full, and I think it is the perfect time to curl up and sleep.