True love

My most independent cat, Tilly, despite being one of my little orphaned kittens, hand reared, one of the mass of wriggling, milky fur balls that used to keep warm up my jumper. She goes off for days at a time without phoning or writing. She saunters in when she feels like it and vociferously demands to be fed. She accepts attention only on the rare occasion when she feels like it. The rough, tough facade crumbles however as soon as she catches sight of Jake, she adores him. Tonight, after rubbing herself all over his face, lying draped across his flank and then spending five minutes kneading his rib cage with her forepaws, she curled up using his massive paw as a pillow and curled her forelegs around his leg....and Jake's response ? He pretends it isn't happening and casts an embarrassed and slightly panic stricken look in my direction.