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Certainly the outside world can be a treacherous place for moggies, what with feline HIV, other cats, dogs, traffic and the yoof of today looking for some airgun target practice. However cats are very, very unlikely to be the subject of a fox attack, unless the fox is trying to defend it's litter (March/April time), when it's hardly looking to kill for a feed. Naturally exceptions can always occur, however the (mainstream media-induced) hysteria surrounding their percieved danger to pets is ridiculous. People like Stephen Harris http://www.bio.bris.ac.uk/people/staff.cfm?key=52 have done lots of research into issues like this and in nearly all circumstances foxes will run a mile when challenged by a cat. Foxes benefit from nature's optical illusion, their deep coats make them look far bigger than they are. In reality foxes are likely to weigh less than a average cat and certainly don't have the lethal claws or agility possessed by cats. Cats on the other hand are fierce killing machines! I'm sure most cat owners would agree if they've ever seen them when in 'kill mode'! Does nobody remember the youtube clip of a cat chasing a bear up a tree? A few summers ago, my cats could regularly be found snuggled up in a wheelbarrow with a local fox and seemed to become daily playmates/sunbathing buddies. On a wider issue, I object to the term 'vermin'. Foxes are one of the last wild mammals indigenous to this country. We've so far managed to eradicate other such vermin - the wild boar, beaver and bear. Shouldn't we be thankful and proud that one of the UK's wild mammals has managed to adapt and survive despite our barbaric treatment and removal of habitat? From the sounds of it, no! Perhaps Tired & Grumpy might consider some dog training? Less bloodshed and more sleep in the end.

Philip Slater ● 6207d

As an urban fox... I am, of course, totally against harming any foxes - it would be a pretty pointless exercise as their numbers are self regulating, so remain pretty stable whatever happens.We feed the foxes that come to our back garden. The main one is very distinctive, as she is blind in one eye. She trots up to our door and sits looking at us as we watch the TV, until we come out with a bit of leftover chicken (or whatever).She adores eggs. The first time we left one out for her, she wasn't sure what to do.After much repositioning, she finally got it in her mouth, but then had to get it home... Several delicate jumps later, she was on next door's back wall, reluctant to jump down into the alley at the back in case she broke it. So she jumped across the alley onto a fence, but it was also too high, so she jumped back, and the egg flew out of her mouth into their garden.The look of dismay and bewilderment on her face was hilarious. She couldn't go after it because next door has a little dog - so we gave her another egg, which she was even more careful with. While eggs are still the big prize, she is now very good at getting them home quickly and safely - her jump up onto our garden wall couldn't be done more softly.We had originally thought she was a he - last year she diligently brought food back to another vixen (who had two cubs). This year we discovered she had a cub of her own (but didn't have anyone to look after her - so when she reappeared after giving birth [and been missing for a few months] she was barely skin and bone).

David Fox ● 6195d