A CAT AND FOX FIGHT.
[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] SIR,—The following curious experience may interest your readers. One morning last week I was awakened about 5 a.m. by wild shrieks under my window, and looking out I saw a fox, and facing him our black cat. The fox was backing away yelling with rage, but discreetly keeping his face to the enemy. The cat was advancing slowly and cautiously in perfect silence. After watching a few minutes, I threw a boot at the fox, and they both moved off a few yards and begun again. I then went out, but they took little notice of me and continued the same running fight right across the lawn, the fox yelping all the time with fury but never venturing to attack. Finally I threw a stick at the fox and picked up the cat and carried it struggling and protesting home. I don't know which surprised me more, the cat's pluck or the fox's cowardice, for I expected each minute to see the position
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