Beasty Boy's back

Not all unhappy endings are unhappy.

Some are not endings at all.

Beasty Boy is back of his own volition. After two days fending for himself, the fox decided that he liked it better where the food was. He woke me up at 5 o'clock in the morning clawing at the door. We, of course, celebrated with me stuffing him full of food, as much food as his little tummy could tolerate. Meanwhile, he climbed all over me he was so glad to be home.

But he's a wild one still.

He got his name, Beasty Boy, quite simply because he is so beastly. He has no couth at all. He has all the energy of a puppy without any of its manners or discipline.

Mind you. He does not respond to his name, and that's one of the things that differentiates the domestic from the wild, the ability to grasp the concepts of names. Even a cat, who rarely responds when called, acknowledges the use of its name with a twitch of its ears, and then may condescend -- if it's in the mood -- to come to you.

With Beasty Boy there's nary a twitch. After yesterday's joyful reunion, today he was usual beastly self using me as a chew toy and I'm glad he's home.