We had one for several years. My sister found her on her back steps when she wasn't any bigger than a mouse. She was sickly at first and spent her first few weeks lying on my chest as I sat in my recliner. Thought she wasn't going to live past kitten-hood. She was definitely a Momma's girl! She grew up to be a VERY big cat and she would often times jump on my chest in the morning to wake me up. It was like having CPR done by an elephant!
When she was about 15 yrs old she got hyperthyroidism and despite medication went down hill fast so I had to have her euthanized. I so loved my Flatus, she was one of my best quilting buddies.