WARNING : the following chapter contains double entendres
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Sylvester was chasing Tweety,same as always. But he actually managed to catch the bird.
''Gotcha!'' The cat held the canary close to his face. ''I've been dreaming of thisth for a while.''
''You dweam about me?'' asked Tweety with a smirk.
''Wait, what!? No, not like that!''
''So you just want me for my body.''
''TWEETY!'' the feline's tail poofed out.
''Well, you do.'' the yellow bird pointed out, his grin finally noticed by the black and white cat. Realization dawned on Sylvester.
''Well, I wasth planning on making thisth quick, but I sthuposth I can draw this out.'' the feline played along.
''You mean you wanna pway games?''
''Sthure, how about sthandwich. I haven't sthmotherd you in a while.''
''Fwankwy, I'd wather just pound you and get it over with.''
''Wha-'' Sylvester's eye's widened, causing Tweety to laugh.
''Can I go now?''
''Hmmm...'' the cat looked thoughtful for a moment, then licked the bird. The feline let go and walked away. Curiosity overcame the canary, so he flew to Sylvester, landed on his head, then began petting behind his ear. The red nosed cat purred.