Melly, as you know, is very fond of "helping" to change the bed sheets. Because her brand of assistance involves flailing claws, which are hazardous to me and to the sheets, I shut Melly out of the bedroom when I last planned to change the sheets. After I stripped the bed, I plopped the clean sheets on the mattress and turned back to the drawer to dig out the pillow cases. When I turned back around, there was Melly, calmly perched atop the folded clean sheets! Apparently she had crept back into the room when I wasn't looking.
"Nothing to see here..."