I made a new friend last night before bed.
She told me her name, but it was in what ever language cats speak in Denmark. I couldn’t pronounce it. Then this morning during breakfast I spoke with the innkeeper Anna and she said that the cat’s name is Greta. Like most Danes the cat was quite friendly and talkative. Like most cats it was aloof and gave me cat-but-in-the-face to tell me the conversation was over. I think she knows that I am a cat person, and is willing to be a surrogate pet during my stay. Cats are hard to read, it could be just screwing with me.