Who's Been Sleeping in My Bed?

Got ready for the day, made my bed, and off to school I went. Put my time in, and returned home. While talking to my sister-in-law on the cell phone, I walked into my bedroom. Whoa! I noticed that my bed was disheveled (I've always wanted to use that word). Since my son sleeps days and no one else was at home, I couldn't imagine what had happened. That's when I noticed that the quilt was pulled a little more to one side of the bed with a stream of wrinkles leading to that edge. It wasn't Goldielocks. It had to be my long-haired, black and white cat. Why he enjoys sleeping under the quilt with all that hair is more than I know.