My Dave still does this but no longer does it to me. He now does it to anything that is made from that supersoft fleecey stuff, usually blankets and dressing gowns are made from it? H epurrs like a tractor, pads, sucks and um, the pink lipstick comes out
He's a spayed 2 year old bruiser of a cat who was fully weaned before coming to me,
I'm with the others, it's just a comfort thing more than anything else. Little thing has had a huge upheaval recently and is looking for comfort from her new mother
When Dave was still trying to do it to me, earlobes mostly when I was asleep, I'd just cover my head. He now makes a nuisance of himself in other ways