I think the biggest victory I can think of is my dad. The whole time we were growing up we could never have a cat because my dad "hated cats." We had dogs through the years, but never a cat. When we moved out to the country, we would get the occassional "outside kitty" my mom always called them. Well, 10 years ago, shortly after my mom had a heart attack, my dad must have been feeling bad about her spending so much time at home alone recuperating so he called me and told me he wanted to get her a Ragdoll and I was to find one, buy it and bring it home without her knowing about it. I was floored because I couldn't believe he would allow a cat in the house. Of course this was a few years after I had temporarily moved back in with Tubby and then ended up getting Peanut, so maybe they "broke down his barriers" although he and Tubby didn't get along very well, so maybe it was Peanut's sweet adorable "daddy's girl" ways that melted him. But anyway, I ended up getting the Ragdoll kitten and bringing him home to my mom. She was shocked and awed because he was such a little cutie pie. But the next time I came home to visit, I was floored because as I came in the house, here's my dad walking around carrying the cat! Turns out there are now only two people in the world who can touch that cat, and that is my mom and my dad. My dad has even really warmed up to the newest "outside kitty" - Goofy. So I wouldn't exactly say he is now a cat "lover" but he is certainly not a cat "hater" anymore either, which is a huge victory for a stubborn old man like my dad.