“He’s somewhere around,” she said indifferently. She was plainly disappointed that George wasn’t in a talkative mood. “The silly thing! Wot you see in that cat I can’t imagine. Not that I don’t like cats meself, but not an old stupid like Leo. Leo indeed! I wonder who gave ’im that name. As much like a lion as I am. ’E’s frightened of ’is own shadow. I reckon it’s cool to keep ’im alive. ’E never comes near anyone but you, Mr George. But I must say ’e does seem to lave taken a proper fancy to you, doesn’t ’e?”
George’s face lit up. “Animals like me,” he said simply. “Poor old Leo! He must have had a pretty rotten time as a kitten, I should think. He’s all right once he knows you.”
Ella sniffed. “He’s ’ad enough opportunity to know me,” she returned, “but ’e bolts as soon as ’e sees me. ’E’s daft, that’s wot ’e is,” and she reluctantly took herself off to make the ten beds and clean the ten bedrooms of the other boarders who had, three hours since, gone off to their various offices.
As soon as she had gone, George slipped out of bed and opened the door. He left it ajar, went over to the dressing- table, found his cigarette case and then returned to bed. He left his door ajar every morning, for as soon as Ella was out of the way, Leo would come to see him
When George first came to the hoarding-house, Leo had been as terrified of him as of everyone else. The room George took over had been vacant for some little time, and the cat had used it as a kind of sanctuary. Several times George, coming home late, had found Leo curled up on his bed. The moment he opened the door the cat had sprung from the bed and had shot past him out of the room, a terrified streak of black fur.
George had been sorry for Leo. He saw, with a startling flash of intuition, that Leo was very much like himself. The cat was big and imposing, but its soul was as timid as George’s. He understood the cat’s fear of strangers, and he made up his mind that he would win its confidence.
For two months George wooed Leo’s affection. He bought fish, which he left under his bed, he was always careful to enter his room slowly and without noise, and he would sit motionless if the cat ever visited him It took a long time before Leo would stay with him Even then the cat would spring away if he came near. But gradually, with inexhaustible patience, George won its affection. Now Leo came regularly every morning and kept him company.
This was a major triumph for George. He was not only flattered, but his interest, filling many hours of otherwise lonely boredom, developed into an intense love for the animal. He depended on Leo for company, and their association afforded an outlet for his own repressed affection.
While he was thinking about the cat, he felt a weight on the bed and, opening his eyes, he found Leo looking at him. The cat was a big black Persian with enormous yellow eyes and long whiskers. It stood on George’s chest, padding with its paws while it sniffed delicately at George’s face.
“Can’t stay long, old boy,” George said, stroking its head with tender fingers. “I’ve got work to do this morning Cone on, settle for a moment,” and he pulled the cat down beside him.