Ah, moggies! (Why don't we Yanks call them that??)
The bane of many a tidy housekeeper! (Fortunately, said category does not include yours truly, but even my own customary domestic chaos is oft rendered still more unkempt by feline antics.)

My dear Grisabella Raggmopp (a k a "Greasy Ragg") is almost canine in her tendency to come when called or whistled for! LOL And part of her technique for adopting me was to raise up on her hind legs and bump her head against my knees, purring all the while.
One thing she does while I'm still trying to sleep many a morning -- to my simultaneous affectionate delight and vexation -- is to reach out a paw, with just a wee teensy tip of one claw extended, and tap me on the cheek, nose, forehead, or whatever other parts are not protected by sheets or blankets. LOL (She's lucky she's got beautiful big eyes and purrs a lot! A lesser creature might not survive such impertinence!) LOL

Genie