Since this was posted, I found out what the fox says.
I was taking some trash down the driveway, because I can't be bothered to bring the stupid can back behind the building when it's perfectly happy sitting by the road every day, and I heard a noise. Now, I watched Jurassic Park six times in the theater, and I fucking knew what I'd heard. It was the dilophosaurus that killed Nedry... Coming from some itchy bushes I keep because gardens are a pain in the ass.
While I was wondering how the sound was possible, I noticed a rustle, and two little foxes hopped out, making all kinds of sounds. They are vocal as all hell, with repeating patterns and everything. I was very impressed, and extremely surprised when they started wagging their butts and taking pot-shots at me playfully.
So, I chased them, they chased me, and for a while there, they kept coming back in the evenings. Drug them out of a trash bag by the scruff of their necks once, actually, and they never touched it again. A few months later, an older fox showed up, and I decided to give him the same shot at playing around. He was more cautious, but I just laid down in the driveway and talked to him. Within a half an hour or so, I could sort of read elevated interest.
He was hunting for moles, but kept glancing over. He'd get closer, and give that look of
"You just happen to be there, asshole. I totally don't want to come over and hang out. I'm a proud wild animal, and I don't need you... I just need to get a little closer because I think there's a mole over there, and you aren't moving...".
Next thing you know, we're hanging out a few days later. I'd go out, light a fire, kick back, and every now and again I'd have a couple of foxes kicking back with me. Damnedest thing. For the duration of their stay, they were wonderful creatures. Spent my whole damned life never getting within a hundred yards of a fox, and next thing I know they're trying to follow me in the building.
Hey, that's how I ended up with a cat for a number of years. I'm not falling for that one again.
That said, I was so impressed, and we seemed to get on so damned well that I decided when I put up a building with enough space for outdoor running areas and a large room with lots of stuff to fuck up and climb on just for a pet, I'm going to adopt a rescue fox. You see people have trouble with them, but I really miss those things, and they did whatever the hell I told them without a hassle. Foxes don't typically last very long here, because of drunks and country roads, unfortunately.
There are a number available for appropriate homes, and I liked their nature so much I'm really looking forward to the day when I can properly maintain one.
Since the other gay video was taken down, here's my favorite gay video of all time:
I can't NOT like that damned video! It's so damned... Happy. LOL
Foxes, though... They're now perhaps my favorite animal. I couldn't believe the level of analytical ability, communication, and intelligence on display.
Cheers,
Kennith
