Murgatroyd remained in his cubbyhole, his tail curled over his nose.
He went to sleep, with Murgatroyd curled up in his cubbyhole.
But he marched away, back to the cubbyhole in which he had awakened.
Back in his cubbyhole downstairs, Walter stared hopelessly at the reports.
He began to empty the cubbyhole of all the items that had been packed into it for storage.