Yep. They take one look at me and think, "Ooh, this one looks like she'd die of respiratory arrest if I rub up on her long enough. If I pretend affection no one will suspect a thing!"
The one exception is my aunt's cat, Millie. She feels no need to disguise her loathing of me. She hisses whenever she sees me, swipes at me at every opportunity, and once she just tracked me as I walked across the room, and I swear to god she was planning to go at my jugular. I hate that *****.