The weather has been unpleasant, and what it’s left behind on the ground even more so – a crust of ice, and on top of that a thick layer of wet snow that is already melting a bit.

Nysse hasn’t been out much in the past few days. He really doesn’t like walking through wet snow. When he walks, he shakes off each paw he lifts, with a mien of disgust.

He needs to get out, though. I can see him getting restless. So, like the five-star cat servant that I am, I took him and went out with him and made tracks for him. It worked like a treat – he walked in my footsteps, taking big steps to avoid the snow in between. Once he’d followed the tracks for a few metres, he realized that the outdoors was really quite interesting after all and went off on his own. (Off to eat crumbs underneath the neighbours’ bird feeder.)