While foxes are rather plentiful at furmeets, a couple really stand out. I don't have the photos developed and don't recall their names at the moment, but these are foxes stand out not for names but for actions, or at least a really neat schtick. These are the rocking foxes. Start with a couple fox fursuitters and add some impressive looking jewelry. It clearly took a long time to make and was made by them. That would stand out right there, but they add saddles. Yep, saddled foxes. Think of something like you might see on a very impressive carousel. There's not enough room to set up a carousel at a furmeet (and that would get quite complicated) so instead, a rocker setup, like for a rocking horse, is what they do. Everything looks good. When they set up, it's an instant crowd as people take pictures. This became a bit of a problem and MFF security wanted to them to set up in a less travelled area of the con. Evidently the crowd was a bit of an issue last year.

That's all good, but then there was this loudmouthed cougar, aptly named calamitycougar. I suspect he's trying to be more annoying than jugularjaguar ever was with his bell. If so, he succeeds all too well. He caught me in the hall as he was on his way to have some photos taken with the rocking foxes. I was drafted into being his photographer. There was a glitch as the rocker was forgotten and had to be retrieved. There was more confusion as what a low-traffic area evidently hadn't been defined well to someone. When things were finally set up, I took the photos which were the last on Calamity's camera. And then things got even stranger.

Calamity figured he could charge for fox rides. He actually got a couple takers. The money raised, all two dollars of it, was donated to the convention charity. That got a bit of a laugh at closing ceremonies. Each fox had some time on the rocker, and one might have ridden the other but I can't be sure without having the photos to look at. Calamity rode, of course, for his photos, and then I went and asked if they ever ridden. The result was a role reversal with one of the foxes riding Calamity. I wound up in a couple photos, which I hope turn out.

After playing photographer and carrying the rocker around some, I wound up in the fursuit lounge (aka 'headless lounge') where I'm not sure I really belonged (that will change, as I expect to have something of a 'suit by my next furmeet) but nobody objected. It was good to be able to talk with the foxes and find out a bit about how they did things. I didn't ask how they came up with the idea, which is something I'd like to know. I got some of the how, but not the why.