Turns out he's fine;
I put up signs yesterday morning, and walked around and told everyone while I was doing it.
Got a call last night. I live in a warehouse/industrial area and there is a u-stor-it type place right next to my building. He'd gone over to check out what some people were doing there and they decided he must be lost as there are no houses around. So they locked him up in their storage for the night as they were worried he'd get et up if he stayed out. They'd come back over to collect him and take him to the shelter yesterday and saw one of my signs.
I'm still thinking of killing the damn fox on a preventative basis. And also because I just hate them. They're like the raccoons of the mountains. Maybe I'll just leave food for him somewhere aways away so he'll be fed and stay over there.
I'm shocked at the cloud of dismay that descended on me when he went missing, and how happy I am again now that he's back. A friend had commented a while ago that I seemed so much more content as of late, and that it seemd to coincide with the cat's arrival. They might well have been right.
Last edited by Endless Whinging; 09-29-09 at 06:52 PM.