You're never to leave again

Whisky hasn't been in a huff at all. F and I have both had excessive cat hat treatment at night, and Whisky isn't leaving us alone for long. He disappeared into the basement while we packed away our rucksacks. He doesn't get down there very often, and often miaows forlornly at the trapdoor, so he had a good explore and returned covered in stuff (you can see the stuff above his right eye).

In the meantime, the ground sheet of the tent had been cleaned and dried. I folded it up ready to go back into the house. I turned my back for a second and Whisky had decided it made a good resting place. Or was he trying to stop us from using the tent again?