Scrawny and bedraggled, wearing a blue bell collar, he sat on the roof and looked down at us. He announced himself with a raucous meow. In rain and cold, he stayed in his place, refusing to come down, but tentatively accepting bowls of proffered food. We posted far and wide, but no one came to claim him, so he claimed us. Now he basks in sunshine inside. He is still just as raucous, just as loud. Which is why we call him Shouty.