Mimi My Little Bean

Mimi looks pretty solemn here, but that’s just her resting face. I swear she smiles when we’re snuggling. She’s my little bean. I started calling her that when, unbeknownst to me, she slipped out the door to my apartment. I didn’t realize she was gone until I heard some frantic scratching at that door. When I opened it and saw her standing there, her eyes big as saucers, I exclaimed, “Mimi! My little bean!” I don’t know where that came from, but it stuck.