Gift of Green Bean
Here's a wierd story. Last night after we got back from the fireworks, I was settled in bed reading when I heard Maggie squawk. She's a six year old 10 pound medium hair blue and white I adopted from Cat Welfare and she is the love of my life.
Normally when she mews like that with a mouthful, it is a baby rabbit that she shoves through the cat door and then gently brings to me while the rabbit is screaming. The rabbit is unharmed with just a little cat spit on the back of its neck. I was expecting the worst.
She brought me a green bean. It was an immature bean, still not ripe enough to harvest. It looked like something from a neighbor's garden. She has never brought me vegetables before. Nipper brought me a piece of fried chicken, but other than that, it's mousies, chipmunks, rabbits etc. I told her she was a good girl. After a while, she took the bean and went somewhere else, probably to give it to my 16 year old daughter. Oh yeah, Kelly tells me it's on her nightstand.
A GREEN BEAN?