My latest babies (the ones that have earned me my official crazy cat lady status) were both younger than they should have been away from Momma cat when I got them, which has contributed a lot to how they interact with the peoples.
As much as I really wish it hadn't been that way, since it really wasn't the best situations they were found in, I kind of prefer they fact that they are so human oriented.
Too be honest, Raleigh acts more like a dog. Roanoke has more of the traditional "cat" attitude, but is still much more into people than almost any other cats I've come across.
One suggestion I do have is to crate the kitten for the first few weeks. We did it for safety reasons at first, because my older dogs were NOT kosher with kitten invasion (yeah, the older dog vs. younger dog is bull. Sorry, AJ. It really just depends on the dog, not the age) and both Raleigh and, a year later, Roanoke were still too small to be capable of getting the hell out of dodge when a dog got ticked off. The nice thing about crating a kitten is you don't have to worry about it being confined too long, since you can basically make it a little kitten palace. I have a large wire crate and had it set up with litter box (get aluminum baking pans. They make perfect mini, disposable boxes) food, water, bedding and toys (and you can hang the toys. That's always a winner) They both ended up really associating freedom as being time to hang out with human. Once they hit full time freedom, they still stay pretty close to who's home. I generally have a cat within arms reach almost all the time.
Oh, and don't let them play rough with you unless they start off being gentle with the teeth and claws and stay that way. Roanoke is allowed to chew on me a bit, because he's just never bitten down hard and has a very soft mouth with he plays, but Raleigh got to excitable with rough housing and got popped for teeth and claws at a very young age (and then Dad got popped for playing rough with Raleigh after I told him not to do it). It's one of those things that's really cute when they are too small to do much damage and a lot less cute when your arm is a bloody lacerated mess after playtime. I had a friend who basically taught his cat to play rough and it was really kind of sad since the cat wanted to play with everyone (and it really was play) and nobody wanted to play with the cat.
