Mr. Bean was a grumpy old sod before he was a grumpy old sod. But he was the most lovable cat I’ve ever known, and overcame his early trauma with grace and dignity. He knew what he wanted, when he wanted it. And he let anyone nearby know. Beans initiated the building’s 3rd floor “cat parties”; a surprisingly social side of him emerged in his later years.
My little buddy was precocious and never far from a good meal. He was a keen observer of the human species.
Our home has a hole without his big heart. He’ll always be remembered. There’s no one like this Mr. Bean.