My cat, Lemon, has finally started coming up to me on her own and snuggling.
I decided to take a different, more respectful approach with her than my past cats, whom I enjoyed fucking with a bit at times (I mean... it's kind of what people do to their pets). But, she was a rescue... originally a stray kitten. When I first got her, she would get into all sorts of trouble, and she would scarf her food down rapidly, literally shoveling it into her mouth using her lower jaw as a scoop. She was very much wired for survival (and still eats the weirdest fucking human food if offered, like broccoli). She wasn't fond of cuddling, and so I figured I'd run an experiment and let her develop with great autonomy. I made sure to still give her lots of pets and cuddles, but kind of on the run so that she never felt trapped.
She's always been close to me in her own way. She follows me around (oftentimes in hopes of food), and is rather communicative and responsive to me. We talk to each other frequently, and she loves to stretch toward me or reach out to touch me.
Cuddling started near my legs, only pretty recently, and now she's up to laying on my belly, even for an entire nap together.
I love her, in all of her quirky, defective beauty. That's why she's my Lemon.