We have a cat, a stray, that has been hanging about our place for about a month or so. He is very uncomfortable around people. We have been working on building trust and had gotten to the point where he'd be within two or three feet of us and not run away, but that was the closest he would go and any attempt to touch him was grounds for the dirtiest of looks and a good view of his backside beating a hasty retreat.
Today has been a bad day for me. It's the anniversary of my dad's passing and was just an all around crappy day on top of that. I had a go-round with my husband (he forgot what today's significance is for me and, as a result, used a very poor choice of words) over the phone and came home just feeling defeated all around. After I got dinner on the table for the kids, I went out and sat on the back porch. My eyes were closed and I didn't hear a thing - but next thing I know I feel something land in my lap. It was Flopsy, the cat. He just stood there and looked at me, then turned around, curled up and lay down on my lap. I had my cry and, when I was done, he jumped down and walked off. I would bet my next paycheck that if I walked outside right now and tried to touch him I wouldn't get within five feet of him, but he knew that I needed a friend in that moment.