Well the first loving thing Wonton ever did (tho he was really friendly when I picked him up and took him home) was that first night at my apt. We hadn't expected to find a kitty, so I had no litter box, no food bowls ect. i layed down some newspaper for him to go to the bathroom on (thankfully he got the idea), and fed him - he wolfed down his food. While he was eating i sat down crosslegged on my bed to rest for a minute and think about what I was going to do with this stray I'd found. The plan had been to take him to a no-kill shelter the next day. But...
He finished eating, and hopped up on the bed. He came immediately to my lap,hopped onto it, curled up, and went to sleep, purring like a freight train the whole way. I sat there and stroked his silky fur, and knew there was no way I was taking him to any shelter. It just seemed obvious that he belonged to me
One of the best things about him is he has continued to be a lap cat. He loves being in my lap, and if I'm at the puter he'll tap my leg, then i grab a small cushion and put it on my lap, and he'll hop up and go to sleep
he loves to curl up next to me while I'm in bed, too.. He almost always sleeps next to me at night.
The cutest thing though, is if I've been away all day, when I come in, he'll be so happy to see me that he gets up on his hind legs, front paws resting on my leg, as if to say "i want up mommy!". if i reach down with both hands he practically leaps into my arms, so i can reach down and pick him up as if i was picking up a toddler :p he then head buts my face and purrrrs his little heart out
It just feels wonderful knowing I'm loved and missed by him.
The other thing he does is come cuddle with me if I'm sad. He somehow just seems to always know