This is Fernanda. Or Ferdinand. We’re not sure.
She/he is the world’s quietest, least trouble-making fox in London, apparently. She visits the Amethyst House garden multiple times each night and never makes a sound or tears up the bins. (She did tip up my planters as soon as I put seeds in them, but I’m fine with that. It’s her garden.) We bought an armchair purely so we can sit by the bedroom window and wait for her. We bought a motion-detector night-vision camera so we can see her catching mice in the leaves. She’s pretty much in charge of our lives.