It's kind of damp and blowy here in bonnie Kintyre. A grey day. Mind you, it's a palette of interesting greys that somehow seem most appropriate for a cosy, indoor, relaxing Sunday.
As we drank our early morning tea...Rory between us and snoring gently, we remarked on how far he had travelled during his life. Once upon a time, he lived in the forest - a member of a community of feral cats. He would walk some distance to find food. He was "feared" because he was deemed "unapproachable". He wandered into our garden. He found a little dish of scraps. He kept returning...sometimes accompanied by a female and younger cats. MacSporran made a wee chalet-type shelter to keep the food dry. The cat moved in. We acquired an unused wheelie bin and turned it on it's side. Inside, we placed a straw cat basket and a fleece. The cat moved in. After some months we bought a very swish kennel. Inside which we placed an igloo-type cat bed and more bedding. The kennel was equipped with an indoor mat. The cat moved in. We put food just inside the kennel and he stayed for some months. In the meantime, the female cat and her two daughters were trapped (thanks to the man from the cat protection league, who let us borrow the traps) and the three females taken to the vet. They were spayed and returned to the forest. The male cat became less vicious and he moved in to our home. He was neutered. Don't ask! Long story! Now, he is a valued and affectionate member of our household. He is devoted to MacSporran and MacS is, believe me, devoted to the cat...Rory. Mother cat and the two girls remain independent. One daughter cat has, we believe, left the territory. Mother cat visits the garden two or three times a week. Tortoiseshell kitten/cat visits almost EVERY day...sometimes twice. Both cats are well fed and appear to be in super condition. Rory, the cat who had no name, has enriched our lives. Bless his paddy paws.