While I was sleeping (or rather laying awake) on a mattress on the floor of my mom's friend's house. Their cat, Zorra, jumped up on the bed and curled her body against mine, fitting perfectly in the curve of my body while I was laying on my side. Snuggling against my chest with her head tucked under my chin. It was like one of those scenes in a movie.
Although she ditched me to sleep at my sister's feet for a while, she came back. And laid against my outstretched arm. It was a moment of complete happiness.