I'm in a regular old neighborhood in the city, it's about 9:00 pm a couple nights ago, I'm sitting at my computer in the lower section of my house, with the front and back doors open, when I hear a sound of little padding feet coming coming down my half-stairs from the entryway.
I turn to look, and a little brown-footed fox is running down the stairs, and is headed out the back door, but before he gets there, I say, "Hey little foxy", and he spins around on all fours, to face back in, so I start gently talking to him, and he's looking around like he doesn't know where the sounds are coming from, then I lean to the left just a little to look around the bike between us, he sees the movement, and whoosh, out the back door.
I get up to look out back, and he's just hanging around, so I grab my camera, and he hangs around long enough to get a shot of him. Had the flash on, but it's pretty dark still. The flash never seemed to bother him.
We've seen a lot of foxes this year, and this looks like a juvenile one, never thought one would come through the house.
About 20 minutes later, I'm back at the computer when something cold and wet touches the outside of my left hand. I go "s***", and snatch my hand away, and foxy is headed out the back door again.
I've seen him a lot the last couple days now, he seems to know it's safe here. Bizarre.