Way, way back in 2018, when I was doing a tour of the local toe beans, I wrote that, “MM adamantly declined to participate.”
It’s taken more than four years, but we finally have photographic evidence that, yes, she has toe beans. Elegant brown beans that harmonize well with her fur color. As one would expect of royalty.
Yes, that is Yuki in the foreground, but the foot Ms. Em is assiduously grooming is her own. I took shameless advantage of her distraction to snag this shot.
Lefty’s toe beans remain elusive, but I shall continue to stalk them. Stay tuned.
Every writer knows that you don’t always get to tell the story you planned. Stuff happens. And the story takes control and heads off in its own direction.
This was going to be a story about Yuki.
That elegant plume of a tail, that imperial demeanor, those curiously marbled toe beans.
And then I looked behind him.
‘Nuki does have a way of taking over every story. Something about the way he muscles in, plops himself down, and starts tapping your arm with his murder mitts.
And he glares.
Even when he’s relaxed.
Writing poetry? Serious glare.
I know I’ve posted pictures of various cats under the covers before. But really, how could one ever get tired of the genre?
Just look at Sachiko’s expression of grim determination not to be bothered. At her whiskers carelessly curled under her chin. The handsome tail lovingly curled and pointing to the pink toe beans.
And so we come at last to the final stop on our tour of the local toe beans. It might have been longer, but MM adamantly declined to participate.
So, instead of ending as we began, with a feral foot, we’ll close it out with a formerly-feral foot.
Rufus is of the single-color school. But he eschews plebeian pinks and blacks. His handsome silver-gray coat demands something a little out of the ordinary for proper contrast.
Note the subtle, yet elegant, lavender tones, which elevate Sir Rufus’ toe beans to a realm most cats can only dream of attaining.
This week’s stop on our Tour d’ Toe Beans is the mighty huntress, Kaja.
Like her littermate, Rhubarb, she’s a member of the multi-colored school of toe-beanery. She’s not into freckles, though.
She’s gone in for the Harlequin look.
She adamantly refuses to wear a matching cap and mask, however.
Status quo is status quo and the odds of returning to the status quo ante are slim, however much we might wish otherwise. Should the unlikely occur, we shall celebrate with quiet cheers, a few discreet dance steps, and copious photographs.
Until that day, however, let us resume our survey of the local toe bean population.
Kokoro is a lady of simple needs and refined tastes.
A patch of sunlight or a trusted human’s lap.
An elegant sufficiency of food.
Acknowledgment of her role as supreme ruler of the universe.
Do I even need to point out that taking pictures of the soles of her feet does not fall within the bounds of any of her requirements?
In other words, pardon the blur. This is the best of far more attempts than she or we felt comfortable with.
Given her tastes and her fur tones, one might expect her to belong to the one-toned school of toe beanery. But no. Pink predominates, but a few streaks of darker shades–no doubt borrowed from her points–sneak in.
Not, I must admit in all honesty, the most elegant of feet. But then, anyone who’s seen Kokoro contort herself into a pretzel shape to get maximum sunlight on her stomach knows that even the most refined lady lets her guard down occasionally and indulges in pure silliness.
“He’s got freckles on his…”
Actually, no. Rhubarb doesn’t have freckles on his but[t]. He does, however, have them on his nose.
And he’s consistent in his apparel.
Nose freckles and toes freckles.
Sachiko idolizes her big brudder Nookles.
She follows him around the house, sits next to him on security watch, and tussles with him when she’s bored.
And she looks like him. Similar markings, right down to the little speckles of white in the otherwise unrelieved black fur of their flanks.
So it should come as no surprise whatsoever…
That she’s gone in for the two-tone toe bean look.
Pink and black.
Just like Big Brudder Nookles.
Continuing with our tour of the local toe beans, we come to Yuki.
One of Yuki’s greatest selling points is his inexorable consistency. Precisely at dinner time, he’ll begin knocking on the door to Maggie’s office and announcing his imminent starvation.
Ten minutes after lights-out, he drapes himself across my shins.
And he’s just as consistent physically as he is in his habits.
Floofy and black above.
Floofy and black below. Right down to his toe beans.
Oh, one other bit of consistency: Whenever a camera is pointed at him, he gets very wiggly. This is one case where you can definitely blame the quality of the photos on the model instead of the photographer.
And he’s not a bit sorry.
We took a close look at Tuxie’s toe beans last week, and now I’m in a bean mood.
So let’s move from a faux tuxedo to the real thing.
Watanuki has the two-tone tuxedo fur, and he’s got two-tone toe beans to match.
And it’s not just pink toe tips and black palms. Take a closer look at that back foot.
Half and half!
Not as tasty as the dairy product, but a heck of a lot cuter.