ere, get off my land!

'oh look,' i thought to myself this morning as i looked out of the kitchen window, 'there's a dingo in the back garden.'
it took me a couple of seconds to register that of course it wasn't a dingo but in fact a bloody large fox.
then i remembered that we have a cat and that foxes and cats don't actually get on (it's hard to be friends with something that wants to eat you) so i banged on the window and the fox ran off. shame, as i'm sure being an urban fox can't be much fun.
as i made my coffee i found myself giggling as i imagined the fox not running away but standing on its hindlegs and giving me the finger.
well, it made me laugh...