The tortie is pretty old, not just for a feral cat but for any kitty, and so she's pretty quiet these days. She doesn't run anywhere. She doesn't dive for food, she just sits quietly and waits.But she is content.
Gray Bob is practically a pet, in a way. He has little if any fear of the people he knows. When I feed, Gray Bob will come right up to my feet, and stand fully upright, to beg for food. It's adorable, really. I can put a little canned food right at his feet when he does this, and he won't shy away at all. One time, he accidentally bit my sister (lightly): She was giving him food as he begged at her feet, but the food stuck to the spoon, so she was using her finger to scrape it off. Bob didn't see the finger, just the food. That was the one time he stepped back, somewhat horrified at the surprise finger.
Light changes in a moment....
Much like life.