Hey It’s Jet Here.
Last Tuesday night, Mom took JJ out for last potty around 11:30 p.m. I, meteorologist extraordinaire, deduced a disturbance somewhere in the county which prohibited my attendance with the ladies. Usually, JJ quickly does her last potty somewhere on the front lawn, the ladies 180 it back into the garage and that’s that.
Instead, JJ did her Little Miss Watch Me Point, Set, and Contemplate Retrieving like a textbook Irish Setter who has trained for years. Startled and curious, Mom pointed and set herself right beside JJ to see what caught her attention. Standing beneath Mr. Gil’s flood light directly across the street, in linear silhouette was a… feline?
Except… Mom whispered to JJ that felines do not have pointy noses and bushy tails. Huh? Mom’s lived at Casa Jet for 20 years and never saw a critter like, like what? A fox? We live in suburbia! Mom asked JJ if we have foxes in the Tropics. JJ, too focused on said “fox”, neglected to answer. They stood still for a good 5-10 minutes, until the fox must have smelled them, because it ran/scampered across the street to Miss Denise’s backyard. As it scampered, Mom tried to get a better visual thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her. The creature made interesting, non-feline sounds along the way.
The next day, Mom asked Miss Mary at work if we have foxes here. She wasn’t sure. Mom asked Miss Mary Ann, Miss Beverly and finally on Wednesday evening, my Madrina (Godmother in Spanish), said yes we do. She had a family of foxes at the house she just moved from. Mom then hit the internet.
Apparently, Florida hosts primarily two varieties: the red fox and the grey fox.
Mom thinks the one they saw resembled the grey fox photo; except more petite… a kit perhaps?
Since Miss Mary Ann always names creatures creatively, we’re going to request a name for our new neighbor tomorrow.
Another great, foxy mischief day.