its my studio space

It snowed yesterday and the studio space above the garage where the cat lives isn’t currently heated, so I brought him into the house until his heated bed(s) and water dish are delivered. It’s safe to say that zero percent of my household is entirely jazzed about this. The rugs are up in case of territorial peeing, the dog is jumpy and sulking and carrying a plastic dustpan with her from room to room, and while the cat does take breaks for cuddling and intimidating the dog, he spends most of his time huddled by the back door yelling to be let back up to his detached apartment.