As dreary dark winter days diminish and the sun fights for more exposure every twenty four passing hours, and the rejuvenating thought of an eventual spring and all it's glory and promise are foremost in my mind, I am wondering if anyone has heard how Victor has faired, whilst enduring his confined winter Orkney quarters, and wretched starvation diet. Under the nose of Grumpy, who would dispatch him without mercy in a heartbeat should our furry friend be discovered, the little fellow has had to find food and warmth beyond the charity and helping hands of his international supporters. Hang in there little friend. (There aught to be a law!)