My Furry Neighbour [Completed]
My Furry Neighbour is a furry eroge where you play an otaku who is tired of his daily life. He goes to work, does his usual routine, goes to sleep, and then, the day repeats. Nothing different happens in this small town and he has nothing to look forward to each day, but this all changes when a new neighbor moves in. Roxy, a playful goth fox girl who likes to bully him now and then.
My Furry Neighbour [Completed]
At this last appointment he was still within reach of his dear friends, the Findlays; the Kidds also were by no means inaccessible, while the officer in charge of the post beside which the Mission stood, was a friendly neighbour, as was also his clerk and several of the other employees. Then among his fellow-missionaries, two or three were near enough to admit of an exchange of visits about once in six months. He also had the pleasure of several times meeting Mr. Winters, whose acquaintance he had made thirteen years before in the MacKenzie River district. His servant or assistant cook was the Tukudh, John Tindle, who was Mission servant the winter Mr. Bernie was at Fort Simpson.
Soon after the formation of the new Athabasca Diocese the Bishop started the rule of annually summoning his staff of workers, of whom there were at first only eight, to a conference. Among the ordained men was a Mr. Wheatley, in charge of the neighbouring Mission to that of Mr. Bernie.
Turns out our youthful neighbours decided to throw another big bash while mom was out of town. And this one oozed out onto the street, threatening to wake up our bambinas, taunting daddy bear to come out of his cave and growl.
My neighbour is one of those lucky people. Apple mangoes, the size of bowling balls, are ripening in his garden... increasing in girth and changing colour from pale green to a pinkish-yellow hue as I write.
Fruit-eating bats have been feasting on the mangoes alongside the neighbourhood common tree shrew. For the former, the fruits are a welcome pit stop; bats travel hundreds of kilometres to search for food every night. For the latter, this season of abundance is a boon to their diverse dietary choices.
Another neighbour does not share the same sentiments. In a similar position as our household, they complain that the civets make a lot of noise and leave behind a mess. To them, this nightly visitor is an unwelcome nuisance, or to put it more bluntly: a pest.
In areas where charismatic species like tigers and elephants no longer exist, we must cherish whatever remaining Nature we have left. I, for one, relish the fact that civets are in my neighbourhood. It proves that there is still wildlife out there, living, even thriving. 041b061a72