A Crunch Under the Chair..

Footsteps rustled across the rug. Movement permitted. I advanced from the baseboard into the dining area. Under a wooden leg lay a pale, curved crescent. Is it meat? No. A dropped cashew. I pinned it under one claw, then clamped my snout down. A sharp snap cracked through my jaw. Salty. Rich oil coated my tongue. I crunched it into paste and swallowed. Another footfall echoed from the hallway. My joints instantly locked rigid. Food consumed.