Tusse

Tusse is Anne’s faithful kitty, never far from her side. He purrs and trills in soft agreement, listens more than he moves, and prefers warmth, rest, and gentle company. Though he can sense the nisser long before the veil is lifted—being a cat, after all—he takes no notice of them until the time is right. Tusse is content to sleep by the hearth, rub against Anne’s skirt, and wind figure eights around her feet while the world quietly unfolds.