Feast on this, dear internet.
I should say a few things about Lucky. First of all, he’s not a cat nor a dog. He’s a wild fox. He’s become friendly with us, but he’s not an indoor animal and I don’t want to do anything to make his life less enjoyable, wild and free. I intervened in his life only to save it; he was limping, starving and about to be crushed by donkeys when I grabbed him. In the five days since then I have, indeed, fallen in love with the little guy. He sleeps inside my sweatshirt, plays with the kittens and rudy and is generally a goofy little puppy. But he doesn’t have the benefit of generations of domesticated breeding, he may decide that this life is not for him and I hope to respect that decision if it ever comes. In the meantime, i’m going to soak this guy up like crazy.