This is my cat Phil (Phillip). I adopted him from the same rescue as my cat Izzy. They were born to the same feral colony, however Izzy was rescued when she was only a few weeks old so is not feral at all. Phillip was a bit older (but still a kitten) when he was rescued, but the feral kitty state of mind had already set in. He's very sweet with me, he's my little Prince, but he is very skittish and untrusting of other people, and is obsessed with food. He also gets quite "wild" at times when nervous, and gets upset/nervous quite easily.
I love him so much! He is super cuddly with me, gives me kisses, loves to be near me, and is always touching me. He flops and does summersaults when I try to pet him because he gets so excited. And he quacks! We call him Ducky because of it. He also does a pretty good impression of a ghost in the middle of the night (he makes "woooooo" sounds in the dark). Just thinking of him cracks me up.
This is him when I first got him. He was so tiny! He was estimated to be 3 months old but was starving so was really underweight. You can't tell in the picture, but in person you could see all of his ribs, his fur was like wire and it was really dull, and he had this huge head any tiny body. It didn't take long for him to gain weight though! And then he just kept growing, and growing...
This is him only a few weeks after I adopted him. Good food and some TLC made a big difference!
And this is him as an adult. I don't have very many pictures of him as an adult because he is so dark now that it's really hard to get a picture of him. In most he just looks like a black blob.
He's so big now! When I first got him he could sit in the palm of my hand, and now at 3 years old he is 20 pounds! But he isn't fat, he's just a really, really big cat. I call him my little pony.