We have two cats. One of the them, Arlo, is very fond of running about outside in the garden. This gets a little embarrassing sometimes as his idea of territory doesn't always coincide with convenient human notions of fences and boundaries and so on. In short, his 'territory' seems to consist of about 6 gardens, and if any other cat has the misfortune of being in one of them, they are assailed with the most aggressive wail/miaow I've ever heard... I don't know if our neighbours read this blog. If they do, I'm sorry....
Anyway, one thing that has always worried us is: what would happen if Arlo ever met a fox. There are a lot of foxes in Brockley, even during the day. Long story short, on Saturday, our local fox was sunbathing and washing up on the roof of the shed. So was Arlo. Not a murmur of complaint or warning from Arlo, not a flicker of acknowledgement from the fox.
So it seems cats and foxes can coexist just fine. Not sure if that's what the writer of the title of the blog quite had in mind, but there you go...
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