Sky was less than 3 months old when I grabbed him from behind the office where dipsticks were trying to kill him. He's still jumpy, 3 years later. But he's just left my lap to go nom from the big bucket. Later, he'll be curled up, cutting off circulation to my right leg, and in the morning, he'll be looking for my (now missing, sorry, interviews coming up) beard to rub against as I try to drink my coffee and smoke my morning smoke and check the news on FR.
But the affection is all up to him, and he's pretty happy these days. Beats eating bugs and avoiding dipsticks.
/johnny
Blessings on both of you.