This little poppet is a stray. He has managed to persuade our elderly cat that they can be friends.
Our Trold lost his brother three years ago, and spent the time since chasing all strange cats to kingdom come.
This one is the exception. He is allowed to sleep in the workshop, hunt in the garden, eat his dinner there or in the workshop and cuddle me!
He is neither chipped nor has a tattoo and no-one has reacted to notifications on Facebook and a poster on the local shops notice boards. Obviously, no-one wants him.
He is house-trained and not afraid of DH and me, though he is scared of dogs. Don't have one, so no problem there.