Nysse is willing to sleep on any softish thing on a flattish surface. Sofa, someone’s lap, carpet, a fleece hoodie thrown somewhere, even a newspaper. I put a folded-up quilt on the sofa table for him, to make him leave my Saturday newspaper alone.

The only thing he completely refused to sleep in was the soft, pretty cat bed that I bought for him. I ended up giving it away because he wouldn’t even give it a chance. Perhaps it smelled wrong?