It always starts the same way — a quiet kitchen, a tiny creak of the fridge door, and suddenly, Nyx is there. Her paws make no sound, but her eyes gleam in the dim light like a secret agent on a mission. She’s curious, alert, and definitely hoping something delicious falls her way.
One tiny crunch and those ears perk up instantly. Her nose twitches, tail wags slow, and she sits perfectly still, pretending she’s not begging even though she absolutely is. It’s hard to resist that face — pure focus mixed with charm.
By the end, she usually gets a small bite — a fair trade for her stealthy midnight company. Then, satisfied, she trots back to bed like a queen who just claimed her royal snack.
