He was three months old. Rastapoodle came out every night at dusk for a month to call him out of the tree and feed him. The poor little guy scratched and scratched constantly, never had a chance to play, he was scared, nocturnal, and infested with worms. She says he's very sweet and loving, and named him Ike -The Spike, the Little Tyke . She waited a week until he stopped shedding 'crud' from the mange before she took this pic.
Some cats have all the luck.
2 Happier than he's ever been in his life, he purrs, plays, loves everybody. He was really relaxing, laying on his side for the first time. Before, he always slept on his stomach, ready to flee, typical feral behavior. Now, shaved Ike shows off his big, fat belly. He eats constantly, stealing food from the other house cats.