For about a year after we got Lily, Seth used to say with great frequency, "She doesn't like me. She likes you better." Now, Lily is the apple of her father's eye and they are like peas and carrots. (Lily and I, on the other hand, are like two peas in a pod.)
Here, the cat who was once so nervous you could barely pet her, snuggles with her father on the sofa.
Clearly she is thinking, "All you base are belong to us." (Click here is you don't get the reference.) Lily has been a major snuggle cat all winter long.
Next stop for one very fuzzy kitty: sleeping directly on top of her mother's legs in bed.