I should back up a little. Due to the Three Kitties in a Catflap-Free House situation, night-time tends to be active; inevitably, some/all of them want to come in or go out. We got into the habit of leaving a sliding door ajar but security-grilled. The cats slink through the grille; everyone gets to sleep; easy-peasey.
Until the fox slunk. As foxes do. Beatrix Potter tried to warn us. The fox slunk in and - well, "upset" the general living room area. And then chewed Sara's nice leather sandals into teeny pieces. Little sandal apocalypse, right there.
This morning we surveyed the downstairs, hypothesising how much more damage he could have wreaked (handbags, laptops, sofas, coats). All things considered, it wasn't too disasterous.
But really, why on earth would a fox need footwear?
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Not to mention, Goldilocks-like, our nightime intruder investigated the cat bowls and left them all licked clean.
Icky icky icky!!
It occurs to me that Max hasn't let his bowl out of his sight all day.
Don't mess with his Tu-Tu!
If foxes can have gloves, it seems unfair to deny them shoes , no?
A fair point :-)
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