I have two right now. Both were rescued by my mom 4-5 years back when they fell off a tree during a storm. We didn't think they'd survive because they were nothing more than new born pink flesh when they came! We literally reared them up like kids, feeding them milk with the cut edge of a straw, staying up all night to make sure they slept well. Now we look at them all big and grown up, it's probably how parents feel seeing their children! Lol
We started out with three, but one of them passed away due to old age. Now we're left with the really fat lady Bhombol and the cute guy Gogol! Bhombol came to us one year before Gogol so she's the older one. They are allowed to roam about freely in the house (I simply will not have them put in cage!), eat and sleep when they please. Gogol is the friendlier one. He's like an animated soft toy! When he wants to be petted (which is almost always) he'll hunt us down and climb onto us, and when he feels he's had enough for the moment, he'll walk off.
Here's a few pictures of them on this link. 
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