Bean’s Corner: Poopsie Parking, Fax Mountain, No Starbucks, the Missing Patient… and the Elevator Detour 😹☕️

The day started off with drama before my human even clocked in. Poor Poopsie had to squeeze into the tiniest parking spot in front of the hospital — but with a little seasoned soul magic, she made it. 🚙✨

Then, just as the workday got rolling, Fax Mountain erupted right at lunchtime — two giant stacks ready to bury my human. Just when she thought she was doomed, R swooped in like a surprise hero and said he’d tackle it. Fax Mountain vs. R… the battle of the century! 🏔️💥

Next came the Starbucks heartbreak. My human had her taste buds set on a Pecan Crunch Oatmilk Latte (or at least a Chai back-up plan), but the clock ticked, the patients kept coming, and the latte dream slipped further away. 😿 No caffeine rescue today.

And the toughest part? A patient brought over from the clinic across the hall — struggling to walk, in distress, and then suddenly… gone. My human did her job: spoke up, called for help, let the nurse know. But still, the patient disappeared. That’s the kind of moment that makes even a cat pause. Because sometimes, caring feels heavy. 💔

Just when you thought that was enough drama, a lady strolled in asking for the elevators… then turned right back toward the clinic like she was on her own mystery mission. 🤨 Humans are wild, I swear.

So here’s the tea (or the latte that never came): some days at the clinic are full of tight parking, paper avalanches, lost lattes, missing patients, and random elevator quests. But even in all that chaos, there’s laughter, teamwork, and heart. And you better believe Bean is watching it all, ready to spill the story. 🐾