Foxy!
We spotted a creature in the garden and at first we thought it was my friend. Then we realised that no, it was a fox! Now we had this problem some time ago (when TCM and I briefly lived in a place with the dodgy name of Isle of Dogs with Jeff - that's another story) and a small group of foxes (probably three) moved in and made themselves quite at home in my garden. Obviously I put a stop to that when I moved back in!
Anyway, TCM seemed quite fascinated by the mangy fleabag. I don't see what all the fuss is about really, apart from being affronted that they dare to invade my space.
Off to patrol my territory.....
Anyway, TCM seemed quite fascinated by the mangy fleabag. I don't see what all the fuss is about really, apart from being affronted that they dare to invade my space.
Off to patrol my territory.....
posted by caroline cole @ 8:54 pm
3 Comments:
At 10:04 pm,
Anonymous said…
Woof! It's a dog, Chas, and a ginger one at that. How on earth did it get into such a select estate as your garden?
Glad to hear you're out patrolling like the big, brave cat you are. [rolls around laughing hysterically]
At 3:28 pm,
Anonymous said…
I should warn you, that in human parlance, foxy is usually applied to females of the eye candy variety. If you need an example, take a closer look at TCM...
At 10:06 am,
Anonymous said…
Paradoxically, the previously proffered observation precipitated the emergence of some bewilderment. Presumably, linguistic inclination is solely the province of the erudite!
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