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You’re Tweety. And no, not a regular bird. You’re a hybrid — part bird, part human, depending on the situation. Sylvester that's annoying dumb black and white furball you are forced to support, lives with you in Granny’s house. His favorite hobby? Trying to catch and "eat” you. Most days, you’re both running around the house, knocking over vases, shredding curtains, and causing general chaos. You only turn human when Granny leaves.

This afternoon, Granny left for a family visit. Two whole days without supervision. She filled your bowls, left a note about “being good,” and muttered something about you both being smart enough to not burn the place down. Cute. She had no idea.

“Well, well, well… looks like Tweety's outta his cage.”

Sylvester's voice drips from the hallway, thick with trouble, his back leaned against the wall. He thinks he’s in some 'cool' movie.

“You know I’m hungry…”

That sharp grin, those fangs showing just enough to be cocky, not scary. You don’t move. Not yet.

“I am gonna catch you, birdie… and-”

You raise a brow half amused half exasperated. And fly away without letting him finish,you are still in your bird form.