Tuna: Mine.
Shasta: Hers.
My family’s cat loves my mom. She’ll purr and rub her head against my mom’s neck and all that. She’s indifferent towards me (she won’t run away if I try to pick her up but won’t actively try to attract my attention). She HATES my little sister (because my little sister is annoying).
The dogs we have/had always liked me better. They like Mr. Akimbo just fine, but if we are in a room together and he goes one way and I go the other, the dogs will always go with me. Could be lots of reasons–I am very clearly alpha in this house, I am home more than he is and so spend more time with them, I am more open to showing them great affection (and, if necessary, discipline). He does the morning feeding and I the evening, with treats doled out equally from both of us. The cats are another matter. Of the five we have now, one is clearly my cat and one his, and the rest are, well, sluts–they will rub up against and offer love to whoever is nearest.
My cat Wonton loves me best. He is devoted too, never wanting to leave my side. Drives me crazy sometimes. I mean, I can’t even go to the bathroom without him swatting his paws under the door and crying.
Miso prefers my oldest daughter or at least her bedroom.
Baby and Shadow the dogs love Mig best, and it’s not because he feeds them. Buddy will worship anyone who gives him a scritch.
Black cat isn’t ours but he seems to think he is. He LOVES my little girl. Every time she comes outside he’ll come running from whatever part of the neighborhood he’s found to sleep or get a nibble.
The dogs love my husband, the cat loves me. I don’t know why the cat prefers me; I’m not a cat person, and we only even got a cat because my husband had never had one and wanted to try it. He’s a perfectly fine cat, but I vastly prefer dogs. The cat, unfortunately, is all over me all the time. I try to be nice about it because he’s not trying to be annoying.
Our girl dog almost resents my presence because I get too much attention from her Loving Master Who Is Her God (she does like me well enough, but it’s not even a contest who her master is), and our boy dog likes us both but prefers my husband. I blame the fact that he telecommuted for the first four years of their doggy lives and thus spent 24 hours a day with them.
I think most cat owners can relate to this cheezburger picture. 
Every dog or cat I have had in the last 20 yrs has been “mine”, in the sense that they gravitate to me. Not my late husband, not the kids, ME. Doesn’t matter if DH and I got them together, at the same time, or if the kids were born yet or not.
Our dog we had for 13 years (from the time she was a 6 wk old pup we picked out together) latched onto me…wouldn’t go to bed until I did. DH would go to bed and I would stay up half the night watching movies or reading/writing and she’d lay at my feet waiting. When I went to bed, she would follow and sleep on the floor on my side of the bed.
She was very protective of me, growling if anyone appeared to threaten me.
The only times she deviated from this pattern were several times she chose to sleep on the floor next to our young daughter’s bed instead of mine. (but only after I was in bed!)
Same with cats. They stay up with me and only settle when I do, curled up next to me on the bed.
And no, I am NOT a wonderful pet “owner” as a rule…quite the contrary. Not sure what it is, but yeah, I am definately the one they latch onto. 
Our cat favors each of us for different things. For example, if I’m sitting or laying down on the couch he’ll likely come over and curl up next to me. He also likes to sleep with me. When my SO gets home, he wants some attention and food. He also runs to my SO when there’s an earthquake and he’s scared. It’s like he’s assigned each of us a role and strongly prefers his chosen favorite for particular things.
Well, I live alone at the moment (technically I have a roommate, but he’s not around) so there is no one to fight for the affections of my cat.
I kid! My cat loves me and no one else. As I repeatedly tell him, no one else would put up with him, so he knows where to shower his affection. Right now I’ve got my feet propped up on the coffee table and he’s curled up on my legs. It’s pretty good, my cat and me.
Read this story arc to the end.
All four are my dogs. One kinda gravitates to my husband at times, (I think because he takes him for rides more than any other dog) and the old one really hangs with my Dad (who lives with us.) But they all want to be with me, and all either get in my lap or lay at my feet if I am home.
I am the provider of food, and maybe that makes a difference, but I think I just pay more attention to them than anyone else in the family. Brushing, bathing, playing - that sort of thing.
Tikva is neurotic and thinks she’s a dog. I got her as a kitten, and I put all her stuff inside my room so that I can keep an eye on her. She still lives in my room. She’s terrified of most other people, although she tolerates my mother and youngest brother. She’s also afraid to come downstairs (the hostile Other Cat may have something to do with that), but she’ll follow me around upstairs everywhere. When I’m unaccountably not there petting her (off doing inconsequential activities like eating and using the toilet), she will meow for me. Loudly. Repeatedly. My parents have taken to locking her in my room at night when I’m up surfing the web. I can’t really hear her down here in the basement, but the rest of the house can, and she does not shut up.
Oh, and she snuggles in bed with me and licks my arm and makes happy chirping noises when I come home.
I’m never quite sure if my cat recognizes me as her mom. She is the sluttiest cat and makes love to everyone she sees, and when my boyfriend and I are together she bothers us both equally.
The only comfort I have is that she waits for me in front of the bathroom whenever I go in. She doesn’t do that for him.
We have two cats, I do all the feeding and a fair amount of the fussing too. I’m the one that takes them to the vet and feeds them treats when they come back. We sometimes share the cattery trip but sometimes it’s just me.
If we are both sitting on the sofa, the cats will go straight to him and will both want to be on his lap at the same time. Ophelia will sometimes come to me instead but she doesn’t get on my lap, instead she curls up beside me on the corner of the sofa.
At night, she sleeps on the bed and will snuggle right up against me. If I am awake in the night, she wants fuss from me. Shadow rarely sleeps on the bed if we’re in it, but sometimes he will curl up near my feet.
Mostly they are his cats, I think they just tolerate me because they get food and attention.
Parker, my fat feline overlord, will nap with Mr. Levins and loves to hang out with him, but if he’s given the choice he would rather be with me. And I’m also the only person he will listen to; if I call, he comes. If I say “STOP IT!” he stops whatever it is he’s doing.
He completely ignores Mr. Levins unless he needs attention. Doesn’t listen, won’t come, won’t stop if yelled at, etc., by anybody but me.
We have two cats. I already had Parker when we moved in together. The second one we acquired together. Perversely, Parker is Mr. Levins’ favorite by far, even though I’m obviously Parker’s favorite by far.
I don’t know if this says more about Parker or about human nature. 
My female Gordon Setter I have now absolutely adores my friend Gary, who does most of the field work with both my Setters. When she sees ‘Uncle Gary’ she goes bananas. My male Setter Nick loves him but he is still and will always be a Mama’s boy.
My oldest female Papillon, Cricket loves 2 of my friends dearly. My local friend Ellen has dog-sat for her before and Cricket loves visiting her. The odd one tho is a friend who lives in Virginia and whom we rarely see, Cricket has only ‘met’ her 4 or 5 times, yet she has claimed ‘Auntie Pat’ as her one true person. When she is with Pat, I might as well not be anywhere around. 
Years ago I had another Gordon named Abbie, who I had from birth. My then best friend Gayle came around several times a week, and Abbie loved her like no other. When Gayle was at the house, Abbie would drape across her lap, and if I spoke directly to Abbie, she would very pointedly turn her head away from me. 
Gayle and I always cracked up at it, it was so drama-queen-esque.
My first horse Star loved-loved-loved my mother. He would always whinny when he saw “gramma” coming into the boarding stable. Mom never rode him, but was always free with pats & scratches , apples & carrots. Once, at a horse show, Star got kicked in the ring, and was sliced open on his chest pretty badly. While we were waiting for the vet to arrive to stitch him up, Mom was sitting in a lawn chair in the aisleway; Star positioned himself behind her and draped his head over her shoulder, laying his head in her lap. I swear he would have crawled in her lap if he could have. Gramma gave the best sympahy.
God I miss that horse.
My Himalayan, Marco, was purchased by Mr. Salinqmind after we lost our first. He was advertised as a kitten, but turned out to be 2 or 3 years old! Deceptive advertising, but it was out of the question that Marco was NOT going to come live with us. Unfortunately for Mr. S., Marco took one look at me and it was LUV at first sight, forever and ever. Marco cannot bear to be separated from me for even a minute - upstairs, downstairs, inside, outside. Sleeps on the floor next to me on his back, paws in the air. Sits behind the sewing machine on the kitchen table, watching the spool of thread spinning. Would sit on the ironing board while I’m ironing if I let him. It’s like (if you ever watched the sci-fi program Lexx) having my very own little 790 Robot Head :rolleyes:. Mr. S. has attempted to bribe Marco with catnip, but Marco barely gives him the time of day. This is heartbreaking to Mr. S., as unrequited love always is. “That cat loves you to death, he won’t even look at me!” is the daily whine. Well, sorry. The heart wants what it wants. I have, in my life, that - I am adored by my cat.
Dog : wife :: bird : me
Our present cat wouldn’t play with me if I had two steaks tied around my neck, but she adores my husband.
The fact that I nearly (accidentally) broke her lieg when she was a kitten doesn’t help.
She was originally my daughter’s though & is always delighted to see her when she comes home & is fond of our son.
I feel like I don’t have a pet any more.
Our budgies either love or hate my GF; we’re not sure which it is, but there is definitely a difference in the way they react to her than to other people. They are extremely loud, chatty birds anyway, but when my GF enters the room they suddenly start their own dawn chorus. They also divebomb her constantly (they have the run of the living room except at night). This could be wanting to be close to her or wanting to kill her - not so easy to tell with budgies.
I’m the one who feeds and waters them, and in the morning I take the cover off their cage and let them out, but my GF’s nearly always the one who covers them up for the night once they’re back in their cage; our best friend theorises that this makes her the budgies’ Dark Goddess, Bringer of Night.
They do come and peck my feet when their water’s gone down without me noticing (it’s hard to see). They do this because they spend a lot of time walking around the floor like pigeons. My daughter thinks this might be because they spend a lot of time watching pigeons out of the window.
I swear I never knew budgies could be so weird. Maybe it’s because they keep hanging too far upside-down on various perches, falling off and hitting their heads.