Sleeping sheets

I wandered into my home earlier.

I was tired. Time for a nap.

I saw that, on a chair, my human was kind enough to leave out some nice, clean, white sheets.
I sniffed them. They smelt good.

I jumped onto the chair, rolled around on the sheets, then found a comfy napping position.

I was woken up a little later by my human shouting: 'Clive! Those were clean sheets! They were drying!'

I blinked at him and fell asleep again.