He didn’t have a cat of his own, at least not to start with. As a student Mayor he couldn’t afford the food bill. The cat in the tale is one he met whilst on his way home, at the end of his first semester, half way up Highgate Hill when he stopped for a rest. Anyone who, like me, has walked up this hill will appreciate the need for frequent rests. I must admit that I’ve never had a cat stop and talk to me during one of these respites; possible because the only cats I’ve seen on that road have been squashed ones.