View From The Point Of A Bird Cage - Part III

Now I didn't know it was a gum ball until later, but it his Tweety smack dab in the middle of her tiny little birdie ribs! I was sure the poor dear died of a heart attack right there. But she still had one more breath in those birdie lungs of hers, I heard it escape from her beak, "Sylvester, you'll get yours..."

Just as the feathers had settled down Granny came home. She noticed me swingin' around like mad, I was trying to get her attention so she would see the gum ball. But poor Sylvester was sitting directly beneath me and the gum ball dropped right in front of him. Now Sylvester was pretty hungry, having worked up an appetite trying to climb up to the cage, and he licked up that gum ball so fast that all Granny saw was Tweety lying on her back, my cage swinging back and forth and Sylvester licking his lips. She didn't even have time to look out the window to see the neighbourhood hoodlum running away. Cuz if she'd even glanced in that direction she would've seen Dennis the Meanace running full tilt with a handfull of gumballs... Well Granny got the corn broom and came after Sylvester faster than a fat kid on a Smartie!

So now old that old putty tat is lyin' pretty low, he on his last life you know... And poor Tweety, well Granny's got her stuffed and sittin' in one of her fake plants. And I just sit here swingin'...

View From The Point Of A Bird Cage - Part II

Wanna know how it happened? Well Granny left to get her hair done, you know how she likes to keep herself... And as soon as Granny leaves Tweety starts chirpin' at Sylvester. "Why don't you catch a mouse you silly putty tat, eat a mouse, don't eat me!" she would say. "You're so lazy you silly putty tat."

Well old Sylvester, he's gettin' up there in age, on his eighth life. Well he put up with a alot, from the other cats in the neighbourhood like, because he lived with a bird. All the other stray cats used to make fun of him, not so much as they would tease Tom for living with Jerry, but enough that old Sylvester he wanted revenge. He wanted to live up to his daddy's name!

Well Tweety was flitting around the cage, chirping about the lack of brains Sylvester had, and old Sylveser got so wound up I thought he was gonna pop. Imagine the mess a popped kitty would mkae... So Sylvester crawled up on a chiar and snuck up behind Tweety. She was just a chirpin' away, lost in her own little world. She had a habit of doing that, especially when the window was open and she could hear all the other little birdies singing to thier hearts content. Now where was I? Oh yes, Sylvester snuck up on Tweety, and he's not the slyest cat on the block, but just at the very moment Sylvester grabbed my door latch, this gum ball came flying through the open window.

From The Point of View of a Bird Cage - Part I

I hang here all alone. Tweetie used to keep me company, but sadly she's no longer with us. She was such a bright little birdie, not so smart though, always had a cat prowling around. It seems to me had she not provoked him, the cat would've found something else to occupy his time. Ah well no one asks me, I just hang around... She sure had a hate on for him...