Izabella I see that Charleyg has given you important info on the status of Rory (Ruaridh, in the Gaelic tongue.)
We arrived in Scotland without a cat. Within a very short time, on a snowy day, a huge black cat turned up in the garden together with a she cat and two fairly young offspring. All cats lived in a commune in the forest that borders our home. We acquired a nearly new wheelie-bin, lay it on it's side and furnished it with rugs and an Eskimo basket, lined with fleece. It became Rory's first 'apartment'. We would line up bowls of food inside the apartment and for some time all was well. We then thought...hey, this male and female are going to continue to reproduce. Contacted the Cat Protection League and was loaned three humane cat traps. bags will recall the night we managed to trap the mother cat and two daughters. They were taken to the vet and spayed. A week later, all three were released beside the garden fence, and ran off into the forest. Rory REFUSED to participate in the drama. He moved out of the wheelie-bin apartment into an upmarket kennel. Eventually, we had to pay for the vet to travel the 24 miles to our home in order to "capture" him, take him to the surgery, and give him the snip. He was not amused. It was a very gradual move into our utility room. He could be fierce and did in fact launch his muscular form in my direction. Bruised and scarred me. MacSporran said 'he's not coming in...' but of course, he did
and here he has remained. Utterly devoted to MacS Mother cat would call by occasionally but she has since moved on. One of two daughters remains close to Rory. She has a wee chalet, and she also comes into the utility room during the evening and Rory and she sit together on a very large cushion. The cupboard groans with the weight of special cat food. I shall find a photo to show you of the dynamic duo.