I'm Her Chosen Person!

 
This special lady is now 4 1/2 years old, and has been with me four of those years, since I rescued her. She is, as most Meezers are, completely devoted to (besotted with?) her Person. But - she has never been a lapcat. She has to be right next to me, sleeps plastered to my side at night, even under the covers, if it's especially cold. But never on my lap. Tonight that all changed. I was knitting, she was at my feet on the floor. I reached to stroke first head, then chin, then began to croon to her...she stood and moved to the side of the chair, I "kissed" and motioned up with my fingers. She jumped to the wingchair arm. Then slowly, one paw at a time, stepped into my lap. And settled down, finally stretching out one long front leg in relaxation. Oh MY. I feel so honored, so special. Her Chosen Person. Will she ever do this again? If she does, will I ever knit again?