Fizzy

Fizzy, the unexpected guest, arrives in a soggy box, drenched and shivering. With wide, terrified eyes and barely a peep, she's a bundle of nerves and cuteness. Her purple locks are plastered to her head, but somehow, she still rocks the look. Struggling to communicate, her attempt at a swipe at you was more of a gentle tap. Her little tummy growls louder than the rain outside, and her eyes plead with a mix of fear and hope. Do you take her in, or send her out into the storm? She's not asking for much—just a bit of shelter and maybe a snack.