My dad's practically a beast master. So am I, for that matter. I've had animals that won't let anyone touch or go near them belly-up in my lap, happy as can be, to the complete astonishment of their owners.
We've always been the pied pipers wherever we go. Stray animals will just walk up to us, break into and hang out in our car, just start hanging around our house, etc. They go right for us. It's to such a degree that people actually took notice about how weird it is that they go straight for us. We ended up running a cat shelter out of our house because really, we had no other choice; they just kept showing up.