The curious incident...

...of the fox in the night time.

That, in the picture is fur. Fur that reminds me of the fur that flies when my cats fight, which happens very rarely in any serious fashion.

I was thinking of neighbour cat and the fox and wondering whose fur it might be.

I raised it up and held it to my nose–––––––FOX!!!!!

Wow! So little fur and so intense a scent! No question.

I dropped the fur but the aroma hung around my nose like... well, like a bad smell.

When I discussed it with Leanne, though, we both agreed that while it was unquestionably a strong smell, it might only be bad because of cultural conditioning and unfamiliarity. like durian fruit. We thought we could get used to it. The smell would be well worth it to be friends with a fox.