Despite living in a densely populated urban area the Socks have a family of foxes resident on their terraced street. Word is that they live in a disused house and garden on the upper part of the road but although we occasionally see three foxes at a time in our smallish back garden it is a pretty young fox that spends a lot or her time in the unkempt and overgrown garden next door. I can see her from my study basking in the summer warmth in the open and despite the winter cold she seems oblivious to the grey drizzle and often curls up for a peaceful afternoon nap.
Hebe and Spook watch her too and often sit on the fence leering down at her. In the past, worried that the fox might turn on the cats, I have called them in with the promise of a treat from the fridge which always ensures Spook's speedy return as he rockets back into the kitchen. Although the fox family definitely took an undue interest in a new neighbours rabbit run - all three turning up and snouting around no doubt hoping for a tasty supper - the foxes seem very wary of the cats even one as ridiculous as Spook.
I was watching the fox making ready for its nap next door when who should turn up but Spook. He thinks he's found a new best friend! (Sadly my photos were taken quickly through closed window so not the best quality.) A new interest for Spook would suit us all. He wore us out over Christmas with his constant demands to have things thrown to be retrieved, the need to supervise him at all times to ensure that our dinner didn't go the same way as the Stilton, the fact that the jigsaw took four times as long as it should have done due to him digging pieces out and hiding them under the sofa every time my back was turned! And Hebe would welcome a break from the fear of Spook hiding around any door or corner ready to pounce on her in a more than boisterous manner. All in all a bit of fox friendship wouldn't go amiss.
Spook wanders happily up to the fox and sits unconcerned very near to it. It is the fox who is spooked and after some vacillation
eventually decides that discretion is the better part of valour and clears off leaving Spook a right little 'Billy no Mates'
Poor Spook... nobody ever wants to play with him! This means I will have to make up for it by spending double time this evening throwing crinkly bits of paper for him to fetch.
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