Pick up your wand.
Tap your black hat.
Say the magic word.
Pull out a…cat?
Put away the wand.
Get rid of the hat.
The name of your cat.
Poem title from chapter 48 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
I now have a grandcat, as my two daughters living in Chicago have adopted a black cat they’ve named Bean. 🐈⬛ Peace to your ♥!
😊 That’s perfect!
Cute! And I love the name Bean!
My daughters both had the nickname Bean at some point. And Chicago has “The Bean.” He’s an affectionate little fellow who likes tummy rubs.