Oh gosh, how witty, a double entendre. Fortunately, for I suspect people are all too aware of how high an opinion I’m developing of myself, this isn’t an entire post about how hot I am. I am hot though, very, but you know that – it’s too obvious to even have to say. Of course I’m hot. It’s July. (oh gosh – I did it again, *snarf*, I am full of witty today. And possibly sleep deprivation…)
Back to the point Gorrill.
As you’re aware (or not – so for those who aren’t, ignore that first part and simply read on) the Bumble and I are currently living at his Mum’s while we wait to move into our new gaff. It’s rather gorgeous living here (apart from the commute) because there’s a lovely great big garden we can lay about in being Suburbian (well before our alloted time) and taking advantage of having somewhere to hang laundry to dry (I know, the excitement is overwhelming you so far…grit your teeth, hunker down and work through this with me).
In the giant garden there was born a very cute (and noisy and mischevious) family of foxes much earlier this year. The majority of them seem to have moved on to grander (at least more distant) climes but one of the babies (who isn’t so much of a baby any more) has stuck around.
Growing up in the sticks I always rather thought that I knew about foxes and their behaviour and interraction with humans (i.e. run like the wind, the Redcoats are coming) but I wasn’t at all prepared for urban foxes. A few weeks ago I was in the kitchen cooking dinner, door wide open (best option when I’m cooking, really – provides both replacement air for the, um, smoke I create – and an easy escape route when things go awry. Not if. When.) and Fantastic Mr Fox strolled casually to the doorway (the cats fleeing inside at his approach) took some of the cat’s dinner that was sitting there and then turned to look at me, frozen in the kitchen at a fox being at the door, sat down and slowly licked his lips, looking at me with utter disdain and contempt before turning his back haughtily and swaggering off.
The family have taken to putting food out in the garden for him and he obviously fancied some lunch just as I was outside hanging out laundry; he’s rather handsome, if a little flea bitten, and not at all shy. He came close enough to have a sniff in the laundry basket I was standing next to to see if there was anything edible in there. (insert poor taste ’shreddies joke here’) We fed him some bacon (he rejected our bread) and off he popped, having flirted a little with Bunty – aka Jelly’s Best Cat – before he departed.
Me and Fantastic Mr Fox
Fantastic Mr Fox departing through the hedge right next to me, having spent a few minutes sniffing our pants.
4 responses so far ↓
Captain Crabcake // July 28, 2008 at 8:48 am
Cool, we’ve got Foxes too, they live in the scrubland between the railway lines, & if I’m up & about in the early hours I sometimes see them trotting across the green, or up the cul de sac, ours are country foxes though and a lot more timid than yours, so you never see them until all the people & dogs are safely tucked up in bed:)
jellydoeslondon // July 29, 2008 at 6:54 am
Aren’t they cute? I never thought they’d be so bolshy – I could almost stroke this one. I’d have been gnawed to the bone by fleas mind…
Icecream // July 29, 2008 at 8:42 am
That so cute. Do you think Mr Fox and Bunty might get together and adopt a baby hedgehog?
(If you tell me Beatrix Potter stories are not based on fact, I’ll cry!)
jellydoeslondon // July 29, 2008 at 9:19 am
Lol! Bunty is a REAL flirt with him – she follows him all round the garden – all the other cats hide inside when he comes out but sh’s just a total tart!