I was meandering my way to breakfast, dropping off and collecting things I needed for the day. I walked into my lounge and was startled by screams coming from outside the glass door, and the sight of two teenage cubs, fighting over what looked like black and white feathers.
Lily was lying flat, tail level with the floor, and the fur on her back raised in battle mode, nose on the glass. It was then I realised what I was looking at was the remains of a magpie. Poor thing!
Suddenly, in pad the mother fox, as thin as possible, with her teats looking like a depleted milk bar. Obviously, the cubs were still looking to her for backup food. She raced about, hoping to find a morsel to satisfy her hunger. There was nothing left, just the long wing and tail feathers.
I longed to feed her but I knew it would be wrong to do so, or Lily, the older cat who has become mine, might also become breakfast or supper.
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