My son found Ropy in Tampa, abandoned and being mistreated by tenants in his apartment complex. He asked if I wanted him, I said no, I had plenty of cats. But Ropy needed me and so he came to live here too.
Ropy was our environmentalist cat - he would search the neighborhood for trash and drag it home, old plastic bags were his specialty, some came out of the canal, full of green slime and stinky water.
One morning I got up to make coffee. As I passed through the bedroom doorway, my bare feet came in con6tact with the most disgusting dirty, old, slimy plastic bag. It was for this reason that we had to abandon the convenience of a cat door.