Mornings with Tweety
“Morning Tweety Bird.”
“Good morning, Tweety Bird,” I lifted the cage’s covering and peeked at my tiny companion.
Tweety ruffled his feathers and hopped towards me. I opened the wire door, and he flew into the kitchen.
“Tweety Bird want toast.” He cocked his head, waiting for me. “Tweety Bird want coffee.”
He pecked his empty saucer.
I placed a crumbled cracker on his plate, and he chirped his approval. I sipped my c...