4:45AM. Me out on what has become my everyday walk.
At the top of Kingston, I heard a fox crying out. Anyone that knows me can predict which direction I turned. She cried out again and I zeroed in on her location. I turned on Stoneleigh Road and headed toward York. One more cry. I was close now and I stopped across from the driveway I suspected. A lone street lamp filled my eyes, leaving inky blackness beyond it and two sets of eyes blinking back at me.
In the silence of the morning, the scene was magical. Spellbound, I stepped toward them and those eyes darted straight at me. I nearly jumped out of my shoes as they veered off to my left.
A cat and a fox in close pursuit.
They scrambled into the brush behind the church...engulfed in darkness. I walked away, wondering if I saved that cat or helped that fox. I'll circle back for clues when daylight arrives.
If I see a missing cat flyer in the coming days, I'll know.
