A critter visited my 'hood this morning. I initially drove by, then realized it was NOT one of the neighborhood cats Moggy terrorizes.
I backed up a couple houses so I could snap this photo.
The photo did not reassure me--I can't decide if it's a sliver fox, or if Wile E. paid a visit.
I prefer it be the smaller grey fox since they usually feed on berries, grubs, and small furry woodland creatures--not family pets--especially since Moggy decided to be an outside cat this morning. But I have learned what I want, and what is reality, are sometimes mutually exclusive.
When I last saw Moggy, as I entered my SUV, he was slinking around in hunt mode. I figured he was after a bird. Or squirrel. Or even a lizzard or toad. He was moving stealthily toward, the vacant lot that seperat my privacy fenced back yard my around-the-corner neighbors.
When I turned the corner and came upon the vacant lot, i grew concerned. Even if I knew where Moggy slunk off to, he doesn't come when called unles shis tummy is rumbly.
He had just finished off a rather hearty breakfast and was not looking to obey me.
All the way to work, and throughout the day, I hopped and prayed Moggy kept himself out of the critters reach.
I say critter because I'm still undecided as to what exactly I saw thus morning. The tail is bushy enough to be a grey fox, but he is larger than the foxes I've seen around town, and his face looks more canine-ish to me.
The good news is: Moggy is safely inside and does not have any evidence of having been in a fight. Today.
So, what say ye: grey fox or coyote?
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