Henry is an absolute piece of work. Does absolutely the same thing about laying ON me. We have a bedtime ritual of me putting 2 (not 1 or 3, mind you) fuzzy mice at the living room end of the hall. Donna then brings him a drink of water in a plastic cup, which he drinks from (and washes his feet in) on the nightstand on my side of the bed. The minute I turn the light out, he jumps down and heads down the hall for one of those mice. Once he has one in his mouth, he begins this insanely loud howling while carrying it to the bedroom, then jumping up on the bed to come drop it beside my head and get his resulting petting and praising. At that point, he may go get the other one but usually lays down between us and goes to sleep. When we wake up the next morning, both mice will be in the bed but he doesn't do all of the howling with the second one.
On weekends, I might as well just set my alarm like a regular workday because if I'm not up by 6:30 a.m., he's jumping up and down on me until I get up.