The fox was too fast

He was a beauty, very sleek and leggy, zipped across the road and away behind the privet. Angel didn't notice him, didn't notice this moggy either - seems a bit grumpy and 'they'll have the same old excuse about the traffic' looking to me. Angel too has things on her mind at this point. Will the pizza that I wouldn't let her scavange yesterday still be there.
Which is my excuse for the blurriness - I was fighting the lead.