Nysse vs the neighbourhood cat. Whose name is Morris, by the way – he deserves to be called by his proper name.

After Nysse moved in, Morris doesn’t dare come in any more. He was always a cautious one – it took weeks before he came close enough to be touched. Now he comes to the door, I open it for him, he pokes his head in – and then he sees Nysse and backs out again. Then he sits and looks at Nysse, who looks back at him. After a few minutes, Morris gives up and slinks away, looking defeated.

He’s been by several times since Nysse came. Nysse looks more confident each time; I’m not sure about Morris. He hasn’t given up yet. I had hoped they might be friends, or at least coexist peacefully, but maybe not.