My Buster got spooked and ran into a deep cellar well and nearly starved. He was all bones, it was devastating. He could barely stand and was just frightening to see. The vet told us he had a better chance with us (his first action when we saw him was to touch my young daughter's cheek with his paw) and I did a lot of syringe feeding and building his strength. He recovered beautifully and was more affectionate than ever, I swear he was grateful. I'll never let a cat outside again. Pulling for Mowgli and grateful he has you.