I've got three vixens. I think the mother is about three, and the kids six or seven months. These are country foxes, and the pups didn't have the bravado city foxes sometimes show with humans. They haven't told me their names yet. It took months to make them accept me, and it's only the last few weeks we've got as close as physical contact, they're still scared of every other human, and still disappear as the sun comes up, or lights come on.
Also, a cat I rescued from a bin - literally. A woman up the street died while her cat was pregnant, and they moved into our bin. I rehomed them all, but one. He's called Percy, I don't know why - my sister chose it.
I want to get a dog, but female genital mutilation is wrong, so I can't use a dogs home, and you'd be amazed how hard it is to find a private seller with a proper dog these days. They're all three inch tall little rat-like things.