The fox I mentioned ten months ago visits every day without fail. I can't say that he and our cat are best buddies but there's no stress between them and they largely ignore each other. He gets a daily snack of small dog food, not too much. He's very polite and waits patiently, head cocked slightly, until I produce the goods. It's all very charming. He won't come closer to me than about three yards, which I like. I prefer him to be a wild animal. Occasionally he turns up when I'm doing the gardening and he just finds a cosy spot in the grass close by to watch me from. He's in great condition and I find the whole situation to be a delight. He's called Basil, by the way, as in Brush. However, he'll forever be Baz to us...