lol. This reminds me of Mickey. He came to our premises with both sides pressed and ribs lightly veiled from starvation. He was a feral cat and even scratched us. Nevertheless, I decided to take care of him. There was even a mean streak to him but 3 months later, a cat that could not be touched, laid next to me with his little battered head on my thigh. You can see his scars from all the fights he indulged in. Now, he discovered affection and love.