It's not unusual to see neighborhood cats lounging around on top of my shed. It must be pretty cosy up there. Today I looked out and saw a rather unusually and attractively colored large cat. I looked again and realised it was a fox.
This isn't my first vulpine/feline mistake. Not too long ago I was walking along the streets of South London and saw a gray cat hiding under some privet hedges. It had an unusual coat which wasn't gray after all - just a weird affect of the street lights. I was reaching down to stroke it before I realised it was a fox.
I remembered what happened to the gingerbread man and drew my hand back fast.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Foxy
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All the dangers of the city and of the wild for my grandson to navigate. What a life!
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