🐱 Bean’s Corner

“Bird Poop and Blessings”

Well, let me tell you about my human, Lady Flava. She started this chilly Monday with a sparkle in her spirit, even before the rain decided to show up.

First mission of the day: take Poopsie to the gas station because, apparently, the neighborhood birds had their own art show on her windshield. 🐦🎨 The squeegee had only half a sponge left, but my human said, “We got the job done.” That’s her — resourceful even when the universe gives her scraps.

Then came the computer dance — and guess what? She nailed it. No hiccups, no spinning wheels of doom, just smooth moves. Dr. W greeted her first (that’s a good omen in her book), and even Dr. O chimed in with a “Good morning.” Two doctor hellos before 9 a.m.? That’s practically confetti.

Now, her “partner in crime” — still hasn’t learned the rhythm of their clinic dance. But Lady Flava? She’s patient… well, mostly. 😹

She’s holding down phones solo today, sipping on 20 ounces of hot water like a champ. “Good girl,” she told herself. And Grandma’s voice still echoing in her head said, “It’s going to be a good day.”

From where I sit (in my sunbeam, of course), I’d say it already is.

— Bean 🐾