Tuxie Tuesday ~ I have danced with the devil

OK, here is how our day goes, outside wise. No cats are allowed out at breakfast and after supper, Goldie needs to be on a harness with the PM unless everyone is outside. The PM figured that if all the beans were outside making noise that the fox wouldn't come around so we were safe out there. That was the only time Goldie was able to do his hunting.

The PM never really worries about me when I go out as I normally just recline in the sun close to the house or I head up to the garden to recline up there if everyone is working there.

On Sunday I wanted to go out. Goldie must have sensed what was going to happen as he didn't want out at all! It was shortly before noon, the PM and The Nanny were fixing lunch, the PM's sister had the three wee ones outside playing and the Music Man, The Grampie and the Uncle were building this...



It was a beautiful day with hardly and wind. I smelled something worth investigating as soon as I trotted outside. I don't know why Goldie never sought out this aroma before, maybe his smeller is broken. We have berm right outside our front door which is a crescent shaped manmade hill with tons of trees and bushes on it. There is an old ground hog hole in there and the smell was coming from it.



I slowly made my way to the hole, nose to the ground. I could hear the PM's sister calling my name, asking me to come over for some scritches. The smell was too compelling. I reached the hole and was met by the face of EVIL coming out of it!!!! There was a fox in there and she came out of that hole like a bullet, but screaming with fangs. I ran straight to the door. I was puffed up so much that I looked like a black tumble weed. I have never ran so fast in my life!!!! I could feel the rancid breath on my back. Everyone started screaming and the Music Man came running over clapping his hands and yelling. The fox turned and ran back to the hole.

The PM's sister let me in and I headed straight for my crunchies. I ate with gusto for a couple of minutes to calm my nerves.

It was very frightening but somewhat exciting as after a nap, I really wanted back out and have been asking CONSTANTLY!

The PM was woken up one night last week by two foxes screaming and fighting right outside the house so we now fear that there may be TWO foxes living here. One in the field outback and one in the berm. We are now not allowed out AT ALL unless we have the harness on and are with the beans. I am OK with the harness, I used to wear one all the time before. Goldie HATES it and doesn't move at all. He bolts sometimes, taking off running at top speed, reaches the end and practically chokes himself. He is very depressed about the situation. The PM is also "at the end of her rope".