I've mentioned this here before: BJ "hugs" me. When I come home from work, most of the crew are at the door; BJ stands up on his hind legs, front paws on my thighs, looking up at me, and emits his "I want hugging" meow. I then say, "Hug?", and pick him up; he then wraps his front legs around my neck, and nuzzles my cheek. He also does this many other times during the day; if he forgets when I come home, I ask him, "Where's my HUG today?", and he obliges. No wonder his nicknames are: Sir Hugs-a-Lot, Hugsley, Huggy-Bear Boy! He's such a sweetheart--he's a gray Maine Coon--which I think makes what he does even cuter.
Smudge (his brother, and a black Maine Coon) sleeps in the crook of my right arm in bed. He demands constant petting (not so cute at 3AM). He adores the sound of his name; he wriggles delightedly sideways on any flat surface when I call him by his name.
Willi has a dear little chirp in his purring when I pet him--you have to be close to him to hear it--it's so distinctive, I know who he is even in the dark.
Little Miss is a very petite little tabby lady. She's taken a liking to my big, sturdy husband--this makes it even funnier! At night and in the morning, she comes out of nowhere when H is ready to undress or dress, as he does this at the foot of our bed, and she knows, if she walks back and forth there, he'll pet her. She then revs up her engine (she had a very loud purr for a tiny thing). She waits outside his bathroom door when he's showering, as she knows "Daddy" will be out by the foot of the bed soon. (She actually goes to him when I tell her to "Go to Daddy!"). Also, when he calls, she hears his voice on the phone/voicemail, and starts rubbing up near the phone.
Loki has a foot fetish for H's big feet! He waits for H to remove his shoes when he comes home, and then starts rolling and rubbing on them!