Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Day 80: I See A Fox In My House

Why is the cat in the bathroom, squeaking frantically? Is he dying? (Fingers crossed.) Why is the back door banging? What's that rustling noise and that weird tap-tap sound like a phantom dog?

But of course! It isn't the cat, or the wind, or a phantom dog. Naturally, it's a fox, in my sitting room, sitting on its arse, watching telly from behind the door. Which obviously makes sense, what with this being London, and me being in my house.

And I can't be sure, but I think it's the fox who's been in before (what is the lifespan of a fox that lives off the insides of wheely bins?). The same one that watched EastEnders one night a couple of years ago, then stole a (heavy) bag and chewed its handle off in the garden, perhaps?

And no, it's not 'cute'. It's weird.

Coming Soon: There is a rhinoceros in the room.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

They're like mice, foxes. They get in under doors and cracks in floorboards and that. You'll need to check your insulation. You don't want the little fuckers setting up a nest.

Anonymous said...

I should be in bed. But am pissing myself over your foxy situation.

And the cat.

Must go to bed.

Jx

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