My BFF was adopted by a pregnant kitty a couple of months ago. Quite literally, she opened the front door, and Mama Cat walked in, sat down at the cat dish in the kitchen, and made herself at home. She's very sweet - probably isn't far out of kittenhood herself, but she's a big lovey. BFF made her a little den under an end table and Mama settled in, snuggling BFF every time she came out. She loved to be held, but she would fart if you picked her up too fast. (Bleah!)
Well, Mama had her kittens a couple weeks ago. Four eensy-beansy grey-black babies: Inky, Blinky, Pinky and Clyde. Squee! I got to hold them a little bit, but Mama is very protective. Now, she'll only snuggle you if all four kittens are safely in the den. If they're out, she's on watch, and every squeak they make she has to poke her head into your hand to make sure they aren't being smooshed, and when you put them back she has to sniff them all over, just in case. It's heart-meltingly sweet to watch.