Oh dear! I'm worried about him too.
For some strange reason I've become fond of that feline! I've never met him and I'm allergic to cats!
Oh, soop, I do hope he's OK and will saunter in as though nothing had happened in a day or two (as cats are wont to do!). I know it must be terribly worrying, though. 
Rory has been "one of the family" for some considerable time [ 18 months, I believe.] When we first set eyes on him, he was wandering through the snow followed by Mother cat and a black kitten. Mr soop made the wee wooden chalet, under which, we put out a few scraps of food. The cats ate the food but stayed well away from us. One day, Rory wandered into the utility room. I put a dish of food on the doormat. When I startled him a little later in the evening, he attacked me. I bear the scars. We then put a cleaned out wheelie bin on its side. We furnished it with a smart igloo cat basket and several fleeces. He loved it. He bacame "fond" of us. We tried to capture him so that he could be neutered. He refused to enter the trap - finishing up high on a shelf, looking down on we mere mortals. 
. His wifelet and by then, two kits, were captured. The vet sterilised the three girls. They have lived happily ever since, 'though we haven't seen the tiger-stripe kit for several weeks.
Rory would wander around the garden with Mr soop. He has been into the house for a quick looksie on many occasions. He winds himself around my legs. He no longer hisses, spits or bites. He joined us recently as we had a drink on the terrace. He took a liking to Mr soop's canvas chair. Mr soop therefore sat on a cushion on the steps. 
We've no idea how old he is. He is battle-scarred and certainly not in his prime.
Have checked outside...for the umpteenth time...still no Rory.
I hope rory turns up tonight for tea 
nightowl I'm going to copy the quotation. It's very moving.
nightowl...it's going into my personal favourite quotations and verses book. 
I shall try to buy it online. Thank you very much.
It's a lovely one to read to grandchildren soop, or give to slightly older ones to read themselves.
I do hope Rory is picking up all the positive thoughts coming his way
YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE THIS but I looked through the kitchen window five minutes ago, and Rory was sitting on the bin lid, gazing straight into my eyes! Mr soop has come down from the loft. We've given him a whole lot of fuss and he's now in his apartment, tucking into chicken [lots of it] We are so happy. We keep repeating...isn't it lovely that Rory's come home. Isn't that daft?
And, yes, Grannyknot The Lady magazine featured James Bowen and Bob, about two months ago. What a marvellous turn around in fortune for both man and creature. 
Oh soop! I'm so pleased!!
Have just made sure that he's comfortable. He has polished off a double helping of chicken and licked the dish clean. He's curled up on his bed, in his apartment. Just knowing that he's back at long last, has made me soooooooo happy.
Now everyone can relax
Rory's at home
Alls well with the world
shysal our village is three miles away. Otherwise, we're surrounded by woodland on one side, and the sea on the other. jeni those symbols sum up my mood. Time to wish you lot a peaceful Sunday evening. I'm off for 
and a long read of the paper...after which, Mr soop has a new house plan to share with me. At six sharp, I shall enjoy my Sunday G&T. Bye for now. Crescent moon.
soop is that Rory the 'bloshie cat' who has been AWOL? I'm glad he's returned safe and sound. Wonder where he went? Cats are mysterious beings, aren't they? I would love to have another cat to live with me, but like the predictability of knowing where my pets are (in the dog's case, it's usually lying in her basket snoring, with her legs in the air!)
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