I'm sure that most of you who keep a watch on me understand that I am a furry, and have a red fox fursona.  Well, I semm rather compelled now to divulge a couple of coincidences that involve that.  

First one:  The first few years of my life, I was raised on a tiny road named "Old Fox Creek", in the Fox Valley north of Morehead.  That's the first one.  

The second one, and a coincidence that would almost have to be arranged is this:  my dad is a forester..... there is an opera called the Cunning Little Vixen where a forester adopts a fox.... I'm not sure I enjoy the idea of my life having such a significant furry-operatic coincidence!