We're not sure keberoxu. She seems to come from somewhere behind our house, as she scrambles over the high fence at the bottom of our garden when she hears the conservatory door opening.
I'd like to know who her owners are, and why the poor little soul is so hungry, but one has to be very careful in a village. I wouldn't want to upset people or come across as a nosy, grumpy old biddy.
It's bitterly cold in Norfolk now and I just hope Binky has a warm home in which to sleep at night.

Still having a few tears about the loss of SmokeyPokey. I miss him so much, and husband wept this evening coming in from work, as he used to stroke him and say some loving words in Malinke as he came through the door.
Only time will help us to feel less sad.
Trying to concentrate on the lovely life he had and how happy he always was living with us.