Actually, I **ALMOST** named him Hoover, as when I fed him as a wee kitten
(I hand raised him from a few days old), he had enough suck-power to
partially collapse the formula bottle!!!!  At least once (or twice) a
feeding, I had to *pry* the nipple out of his mouth as he didn't want to let
go of it, loosen the cap on the bottle and let some air in to relieve the
pressure - so he could feed a bit better.  And then when he was done gorging
himself, he would get the hiccups until I burped him!  After that, if I
tried to put him in his nest-box for a nap, he would get all fussy, so I
would hold him against my chest... and in about 5-10 minutes he would fall
sound asleep, then (and only then) could I put him back in his nest-box and
go about my own routine.

He is a spoiled little bugger.  When I was bottle feeding him, he would
scramble around frantically looking for the nipple, and I had to make an "O"
with my thumb & forefinger of one hand so his head would be still enough to
get the bottle to his mouth.  Now, in the middle of the night, he joins us
in bed, and when he's hungry, he finds one of my hands and nudges it with
his nose (even if he has to crawl under the blankets to find said hand)!