Sorry, about the new lame pun, but my egg has finally hatched into a little baby bird!
Awww! What a cute little guy. Even though he cost me a fortune and a fishing hat, he’s still really cute. He’s a part of our family, and I’m going to keep the little guy in my backyard. I also named him Tweety!
However, for every cute little pet, there’s a pet who is jealous of it, and in this case, it’s Katrina. She may be smiling on the outside, but in the inside, she has developed a hatred for this baby bird. Katrina is a cat. And cats eat birds. I had better keep a close eye on her. And no going out to the garden, while I’m gone, otherwise this might happen:
If things go awry, it might end up here!
As I cooed over Tweety, Katrina turned green with envy. She tried to grab the attention by lying down in the bed, trying to look as cute at possible.
Having Tweety around is actually quite uncomfortable. I have recurring nightmares of this:
All I hope is…that bird had better be there tomorrow morning…
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