Back in the 80 's we had a cat named Anuff. He was a Great friend
My kids called him Nuffer's. When he wanted affection, or was hungary, he would lick you. If I was sleeping, he would lick my face, or my arm. Problem was, his tongue, was like 80 grit sandpaper.
I woke up one morning, and it looked like I had a Hicky, on my shoulder.