She was about 8 weeks old at the time she was abandoned we reckoned, she got a lot bigger.
Eventually she draped herself round my neck, front on one shouder, back on the other. She earned the nickname "Cap'n Flint" after Long John Silver's parrot.
It is incredibly emotional losing a pet, very traumatic. Ours all lasted to a good old age (which I wish to Smokey), whereas my sister has lost 2 to road traffic in a tiny quiet village. I'm not sure which is worse, the sudden shock or the slow inevitability of an age related decline in health, and the heartbreaking decision as to whether and when to act to end it.
We've decided not to get any more kittens because we've not had a holiday for 21 years until last autumn. (We've lived in isolated rural locations without neighbours all that time, and had nobody to look after them if we were out for more than a day)
(though I showed my wife Smokey's pic, and she was immediately planning a kidnap attempt till I told her you were in Jordan ! )