Mine would take his main claw and run it down my nose over my lips down my chin until I got up... he knew what he was doing. I had to hid under the blankets to get more sleep.
Totally annoying.
He got out and never made it back home (probably got eaten by a coyote.) What I wouldn't give for that shit head to wake me up every morning!
OK, this is a true story. When I was a kid, my Dad forgot Mom's birthday one year. That is, until he was on his way home from work. He stopped somewhere (maybe a 7-11), and bought what he thought would be the perfect practical gift that any woman would appreciate - a toilet brush with a holder. Mom never forgot. Never. We heard about that until they both had passed away.