Nysse is out all night and half the day, hunting rats. Ingrid spotted him with a big rat in his mouth a few weeks ago, and my brother saw him take another one while he was cat-sitting and we were away on Santorini.

When he comes home, he eats, and then conks out on the carpet or a sofa somewhere. When it’s this hot, a sleeping cat looks a bit like a limp rag.