While my son was living in Tampa, he noticed this orange cat around his apartment complex. He saw an ad in the manager’s office saying that someone had lost their cat named Ropy so he responded. Instead of reuniting a cat with his family, it turned out they had already found their cat so this one was extra. James kept feeding him until his lease was up and he was getting ready to move. By this time, it was getting cold and people were being mean to him; throwing water on him, putting his tail between the spokes of a bicycle so they could break his tail.
James already had two cats so I took Ropy. He was a sweet cat and eventually made friends with an orange kitten he found outside and subsequently brought into our house.
We called him our Envirocat because he brought home every bit of trash he could find. We lived in Cape Coral which has miles and miles of canals that invariably fill up with all sorts of old plastic bags, wrappers and other debris. He would painstakingly drag this stuff home so we could dispose of it properly.
Foolishly we installed a cat door so he could come and go as he pleased. Early one morning he brought a smelly, green plastic bag full of algae into the house and deposited it outside my bedroom door. Barefooted and looing for coffee, I managed to step in this disgusting mess. That was the end of the cat door for awhile.