We have a big sweet Maine Coon. About 6 years ago my big orange tom died and my husband had gone to the vet to pick up his ashes. The vet had an adoption program and there was a person there who wanted to get rid of a cat but they had too many at that time and couldn't take it. This person claimed the cat was a terrible pet and they couldn't keep it. My DH came home with a box containing one terrified Maine Coon. It was clear from the start that she had been abused quite badly and we have had to give her extra love and patience. She is sweet and likes to be scratched while she sits on the floor or bed but does not want to be picked up or held. Tonight I wasn't feeling well and laid down on the bed holding our torti on my chest. She was also a rescued abused kitty. As I lay there petting her the Maine Coon jumped up and joined us begging to be scratched and petted. This was the first time she has ever come and sat on me by herself. The closest she has ever come is to lay near me on the bed but not touching me. This is a huge milestone for her and it made me so happy.
I also have a happy dance today. It wasn't a good stitching day so I put everything away and brought out my knitting. I spent the afternoon watching chick movies and finished my shawl. I am just learning to knit and it is the first thing I have knit by hand and not by machine. Now I can start the cat bed from the kit DH got me for Christmas.