Anncetera, you are so wise, and you are doing the exact right thing with D, and with Rocky.
Years ago, one very young lady kept her declawed and unspayed Siamese outside. The poor cat was constantly tormented by other animals, and one elderly lady “cat-napped” the Siamese. The cat, named Jezabel, was taken to the vet for a full bill of health, groomed, spayed, and returned to her new owner, who promptly had her fitted with a microchip and a new name and collar and all the other things a Siamese deserves (which is a LOT!).
Some time later the young lady walked by the older lady’s apartment and asked where she got her cat, saying that cat in the window looked like her old cat, Jezabel, who had been missing for several weeks.
The elderly lady (who could have played a dowager empress in any movie), said,
“My cat’s name is Eleanor of Acquitaine, and God gave her to me. Why?”
The younger woman said, “She reminded me of my cat. I was just wondering.”
The dowager simply smiled, and said, “Wonder no more. God works in mysterious ways.” And then she closed the door.
That dear lady was the one who gave me all of the details, after the younger lady had moved away and when I was admiring her beautiful Eleanor. Eleanor was sunning herself in the window, and she looked so well groomed and well cared for, and her purrs could be heard through the screen.
However, not all stories end happily. I hope some nice neighbor “cat-naps” that poor little declawed kitty.