Many years ago I have a cat called Fizzy.
She used to sleep on my bed and at bed time she would walk up and down each side of me, while I was under the duvet, to make sure I was properly tucked in. She would then crawl under to sleep for a while before getting out and sleeping on top if the duvet for the rest of the night.
In the morning I would be woken by Fizzy washing my face and licking out my ears. If I didn't turn over she would shove her muzzle in my ear and purr loudly until I turned over, and she would then wash the rest of my face and clean out my other ear!
I had to lock her out of the bedroom in the end as it was getting on my nerves having her 'mother me'.