I’m Psychic Meow Meow, I purr and I peer,
Greg Bovino hums Minneapolis near;
I saw Argentina—hiss, whiskers say wait—California instead, my visions recalibrate.
A Message from the Great Beyond (the Sofa)
The whiskers of destiny are twitching, and the cosmic laser pointer is darting across the map of the Americas! Psychic Meow Meow has peered into the shimmering water bowl of the future to see what lies ahead for Greg Bovino.
The energies are shifting rapidly—like a cat deciding whether to go outside or stay in. While there were faint, tango-like vibrations suggesting a flight to Argentina, the psychic vibrations have corrected themselves. The North Star is fading, and the Golden State is calling.
The Prediction: The Great Migration
Greg’s departure from Minneapolis is written in the stars (and the dust bunnies). The frost of the North is melting away from his aura, replaced by the salty breeze of California.
| Aspect | The Psychic Vision |
| The Move | A swift exit. Like a cat hearing a can opener, Greg will move with purpose and speed toward the Pacific. |
| The Energy | From “Hibernation Mode” to “Basking in the Sun.” California offers the ultimate sunbeam for his soul. |
| The Challenge | Beware of the “Golden State Hairball”—traffic and high costs may cause a momentary hiss, but the climate will soothe the paws. |
Words of Wisdom
“The snow is but a cold litter box that Greg must leave behind. He seeks the land of endless summer, where the catnip grows tall and the humans wear sunglasses even indoors. Argentina was a mere phantom mouse; California is the real prize.”
