After a few days of practising together with me, Nysse has found the courage to go out on his own. Quite cautiously, and only for five minutes or so, but with determination and curiosity.

There’s a lot out there that still scares him. A squealing child or a passing garbage truck is enough to send him running back.

He is definitely not fond of the deep, wet snow, and sticks to the paths that I’ve trampled in the yard when I’ve been out with him. It can’t be nice to have your fluffy soft stomach brush against snow. I know I wouldn’t like it.

In other news, cats’ crepuscular lifestyle doesn’t go together well with photography, at all. At least here his dark colour comes in handy.