Foxy encounters with cats

On a totally different subject to my last blog, the "cat situation" has taken a new turn. Look who visited us earlier this week!

A visitor to our garden at 10am

Fudge pretending not to notice

My youngest son spotted him (or maybe, her) through the window and shouted me to look out. When Foxy realised we'd spotted him and we were taking these photos, he walked away towards the garden of our next door neighbour. Let's just say that gardening isn't this neighbour's strong point; his garden resembles a jungle, so it's quite possible that the fox (and maybe a family) have a den somewhere in there. I happened to look out of the window again a half hour or so later, and Foxy was back, looking quite comfortable in the sun, until he realised once again that he'd been spotted and strolled off.

We haven't seen or heard the fox again since, but are keeping our eyes and ears open; our own Springwatch.