Saturday, December 7, 2013
Three weekends ago, we were driving down the mountain for lunch, and I spied movement on the side of the road. I exclaimed,"Look - a fox!" because I still get geeked about any and all forms of fauna up this way. LB said,"No, it's a cat. Foxes aren't black." But it was a black fox, a most handsome boy with a white tipped tail.
He came visiting yesterday afternoon, and I completely spazzed out. I opened the door and cooed "Hello, sweetheart!" He came right up to me which tells me this good-looking fellow is used to the occasional treat from other enamored humanfolk.
I resisted the urge to bolt out and hug him. Is it so wrong to want to caress that beautiful tippy tail?
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