Dusty.
My "special little guy" Dusty. Spent the first year of his life as a wild kitty on our property. I lured him into timid friendliness with regular meals; he finally became confident enough to follow me into my apartment, at which time I shut the door and never let him outside again (a necessity if he was going to become my regular companion. We have local coyotes). We get on as best of chums, but for everyone else he's still completely feral. First time I ever tried to own an exclusively indoor cat… all my previous lovelies were indoor/outdoor and lasted only a couple of years before heartbreak... I'm not going through that again. Thus far, Dusty's adapted splendidly; he has lounging space at several windows, I feed him the best I can afford (Wellness brand dry), he has access to scads of toys and diversions, and we spend at least an hour every evening at exercise/play. I'd tell you more, but he's tugging at my sleeve this very minute…