My kitties love ritual. They have rituals for when I awake, ones when they know the sunbeams in the house are in certain rooms, ones to roust me from work in the afternoon for a brief playtime… and then there is bedtime. My bedtime, not theirs (which I think is nearly continuous <G>).
Near the end of the bedtime ritual is TV snuggle time. Princess’s idea of snuggle time is to get up on the top tier of the climbing tree and look down on us benevolently. Rusty’s idea is to arrange himself pushed against my stomach watching the TV and dozing.
When it is a nature show he will stay awake and I’ll pass out… most other shows it is the reverse.
The kitties take their duties and responsibilities of settling me into bed very seriously. I’m pretty sure they usually depart soon after they have me all tucked in and dreaming.
(BTW the shirt I am wearing says “My cat walks all over me” but that isn’t true – neither of them actually like walking on me… pinning my legs in place come morning while I try to wake up is another mater.)