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OK thought I'd share a story with you all.. The other day I was sat on here doin my computer stuff, be about half seven in the evening and I heard some scuffling in the outhouse.. So I thinks it might be one the cats that hang about round here.. A thought crops up, maybe I can sneak in, catch the cat and feed it some food to befriend it and hope to have it pop in the house here an there to catch the damned mice I'm bein over-run with.. Tried traps, OK, tried poison, seemed to do the trick but now I've noticed they take off the husks of the poison thngy's.. not sure if its wheat covered in poison or owt but anyway the little scum bags have got wise to it. they chip the husks off these days. Anyways back to were I was.. sneak into the outhouse tried to focus on the far corner of the room, its pretty dark in there, to see if I can see which cat it is.. move in a little closer hears some rackling about so inch forward.. WTF.. its a fkin fox hidin in there.. two eyes fixed on my own eyes.. scarred me a little at first made me jump a touch.. never been this close to a fox and now I was stood there with a fox gawking back at me.. I wondered what to do, step back, let it bolt out or take the opportunity to have a good gander and take in the moment... anyways after a minutes I decides to go outside, take a leak and give it an opening to escape.. well no sooner had I got outside it bolts out the door and off it flies into the night.... Anyways over the next hr I'm wondering about this fox and ruminating on a fox's hard life in the Winter months. Be about an hr or two later I decide to go back out to see if it might of returned.. Well would you believe it. this time its at the back of the door leading to the outhouse.. I open this door thinking it might scare it and I expect to watch it bolt right back out again.. But Low, it walks straight into the kitchen.. Well I'll be blown I thinks.. I close the door and see what its about to do next, it bolted straight to the Rayburn and wedges itself amongst the pipework.. I leave it there for an minute then decide to play it cool.. goes back to the computer in the living room.. and get back to faffing on here again.. listening to signs of movement from the kitchen.. Took about half hr before it moved, I could hear it pissin about in the kitchen so I investigate, but as soon as it see's me its off back behind the rayburn.. I couldn't go too near it lest it bolted round the back and burned itself the dumb Fox it seemed to be... anyway I had some lamb I'd cooked the day before, it was in the fridge.. so I put it on a plate for when it came out again... Half hr later its back out, I could hear it playing with the plate of lamb... Well to cut along story short, it stayed the night, running amok in the kitchen and later coming into the living room. I could watch it from the couch I kip on but if I moved it bolted back into the kitchen. I thought I'd leave it be, get some sleep.. As I tried to get some kip It occasionally popped in here investigating the place, once in a while stopping inches away watching me try to get some sleep.. The next morning I could pick it up and stroke it.. I even had it on my lap at one point were it promptly curled up in a ball and went to sleep. I couldn't bring myself to disturb it so let it have an hr before I had to wake it up.. Lovely looking creature. must of been one of last years litter... Let it go after it'd spent an hr sat sleeping on my lap.. didn't bolt off like the first time I'd seen it, but walked off after taking a good look at the goats.. I don't know which was funnier, the fox eyeing up the goats or the goats trying to figure the fox.. Anyways, quite the experience having a wild fox sitting on your lap.... The lamb I'd put out for it, never did touch it,, a bit annoyed as I was looking forward to eating that as well...