With my cat, Tommy, it was just the opposite, Phoebe. He was taken way to early from his mother, 4 or 5 weeks, and he became very ill (diarrhea), missing out on mother's milk. But he pulled through, and he made friends with everybody in the neighbourhood! Made his round every day, visiting people, lol! But he never learned how to hunt. At the most he'd sometimes bring a cricket in. Once he came home with a cicada, still alive and making a hell of a noise in his mouth, it was very funny, and he was so proud!
Our other cat, Noodle, is just as you describe though. We found her when she was maybe 6 weeks old. She is nervous around strangers and hides when we have visitors. But she is very attached to my husband who had found her and brought her in. She follows him everywhere around. And she's an excellent hunter. Birds, mice, bats ...
That was all before we moved though, now she is only able to talk with the pigeons on the outside window sill!
Guess, you never can tell how they will turn out.
