Tupac was hurt and struggled to survive for so long with no home.  When Ron and I first met him and the other cat he was barely hanging on. I was getting up at 2 or 3 am and feeding them both them.  They were ravenous.   They got so little food they scarfed down what they could get.  The female was feral, but Tupac had been an inside cat and slowly moved into being inside.  During the hurricane Ian James got Tupac in and he stayed inside, but she did not.  We don’t know what happened to her, but Ron adopted Tupac then, renamed him and we paid for his vet bills. And both Ron and I let the neighborhood know he was now our cat and anything dealing with him needed to go through us.  The costs have been a lot, but he has filled out, he has been given back a chance at life, and he loves us so.  And even though I keep telling everyone he is Ron’s cat I am the one that dotes on him and who he snuggles with in the bed at night.  But make no mistake, Ron wanted him, Ron insisted, Ron named him, he is Ron’s cat.  Who just happens to lie purring quietly on my arm in the bed at night. But he still wakes up at between 3 and 4 and cries out to me for food.   You can guess what I do.   When I get back to bed Ron is he had been awakened will say , I would have done that if you wanted.   But he can sleep through Tupac’s cries for food and I cannot.  So I do it.  Hugs