Paul Gallico - The Abandoned (Jennie)
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The Abandoned
(Jennie)
Paul Gallico
An insightful story of cat-ology and the life of homeless cats told as a small boy’s strange dream.
MICHAEL JOSEPH LTD
26 Bloomsbury Street
London, W.C.I
OCTOBER 1950
CONTENTS
1. How it Began
2. Flight from Cavendish Square
3. The Emperor's Bed
4. A Story is Told
5. When in Doubt.Wash
6. Jennie
7. Always Pause on the Threshold
8. Hoodwinking of an Old Gentleman
9. The Stowaways
10. Price of Two Tickets to Glasgow
11. The Countess and the Crew
12. Overboard!
13. Mr. Strachan Furnishes the Proof
14. Mr. Strachan's Proof Leads to Difficulties
15. The Killers
16. Lost in the Clouds
17. Jennie Makes a Confession
18. Mr. Grims Sleeps
19. London Once More
20. The `Elite' of Cavendish Square
21. Reunion in Cavendish Mews
22. Jennie Makes a Decision
23. Lulu.or, Fishface for Short
24. The Informers
25. The Search
26. Jennie Come Out
27. The Last Fight
28. How It All Ended
Poussie, Poussie, Baudrons
(Old Scottish Nursery Rhyme)
`Poussie, poussie, baudrons,
Whaur hae ye been?'
‘I've been tae London,
Tae see the Queen.'
`Poussie, poussie, baudrons,
Whit gat ye there?
'I gat a guid fat mousikie,
Rinnin' up a stair!'
`Poussie, poussie, baudrons,
Whit did ye dae wi' it?'
`I pit it in ma meal-poke,
Tae eat tae ma breid.'
CHAPTER ONE: How it Began
PETER guessed that he must have been hurt in the accident although he could not remember very much from the time he had left the safety of Scotch Nanny's side and run out across the street to get to the garden in the square, where the tabby striped kitten was warming herself by the railing and washing in the early spring sunshine.
He had wanted to hold and stroke the kitten. Nanny had screamed and there had been a kind of an awful bump after which it seemed to have turned from day to night, as though the sun were gone and it had become quite dark. He ached and somewhere it hurt him, as it had when he had fallen running after a football near a gravel pile and scraped nearly all the skin from the side of one leg.
He seemed to be in bed now, and Nanny was there peering at him in an odd way, that is, first she would be quite close to him, so close that he could see how white her face was, instead of its usual wrinkled pink colour, and then it would seem to fade and become very small like seen through the wrong end of a telescope.
His father and mother were not there, but this did not surprise Peter. His father was a Colonel in the Army, and his mother was always busy and having to dress up to go out, leaving him with Nanny.
Peter might have resented Nanny if he had not been so fond of her, for he knew that at eight he was much too old to be having a nurse who babied him and wanted always to lead him around by the hand as though he were not capable of looking after himself. But he was used by now to his mother being busy and having no time to look after him, or stay in and sit with him at night until he went to sleep. She had come to rely more and more upon Nanny to take her place, and when his father, Colonel Brown, once suggested that it might perhaps be time for Nanny to be leaving, his mother could not bear to think of sending her away, and so of course she had stayed.
If he was in bed, then perhaps he was sick, and if he was sick, perhaps his mother would be with him more when she came home and found out. Maybe now they would even give him the wish he had had for so long and let him have a cat all of his own to keep in his room and sleep curled up at the foot of his bed, and perhaps even crawl under the covers with him and snuggle in his arms on nights that were cold.
He had wanted a cat ever since he could remember, which was many years ago at the age of four.when he had gone to stay on a farm near Gerrards Cross, and had been taken into the kitchen and shown a basketful of kittens, orange and white balls of fluff, and the ginger-coloured mother who beamed with pride until her face was quite as broad as it was long, and licked them over with her tongue one after the other. He was allowed to put his hand on her. She was soft and warm, and a queer kind of throbbing was going on inside of her, which later he learned was called purring, and meant that she was comfortable and happy.
From then on he dearly wished for a cat of his own. However, he was not allowed to have one.
They lived in a small flat in a Mews off Cavendish Square. Peter's father, Colonel Brown, who came home occasionally on leave, did not mind if Peter had a cat, but his mother said that there was enough dust and dirt from the street in a small place, and not enough room to move around without having a cat in, and besides, Scotch Nanny didn't like cats and was afraid of them. It was important to Peter's mother that Nanny be humoured in the matter of cats, so that she would stay and look after Peter.
All of these things Peter knew and understood and put up with because that was how it was in his world. However, this did not stop his heart from being heavy, because his mother, who was young and beautiful, never seemed to have much time for him, or prevent him yearning hungrily for a cat of his own.
He was friends with all or most of the cats on the Square, the big black one with the white patch on his chest and green eyes as large around as shilling pieces, who belonged to the caretaker of the little garden in Cavendish Square close to the Mews, the two greys who sat unblinking in the window of No. 5 throughout most of the day, the ginger cat with the green eyes who belonged to Mrs. Bobbit, the caretaker who lived down in the basement of No. 11, the tortoiseshell cat with the drooping ear next door, and the Boie de Rose Persian who slept on a cushion in the window of No. 27 most of the time, but who was brought into the Square for an airing on clear warm days.
And then of course there were the countless strays who inhabited the alley and the bombed-out house behind the Mews, or squeezed through the railings into the park, tigers and tabbies, black and whites and lemon yellows, tawnies and brindles, slipping in and out behind the dustbins, packets of waste paper and garbage containers, fighters, yowlers, slinkers, scavengers, homeless waifs, old 'uns and kittens going nervously about the difficult business of gaining a living from the harsh and heedless city.
These were the ones that Peter was always dragging home, sometimes kicking and clawing in terror under his arm, or limp and more than willing to go where it was warm and there might be a meal and the friendly touch of a human hand.
Once in a while, when he evaded Nanny, he managed to smuggle one into the cupboard of the nursery and keep it for as much as two whole days and nights before it was discovered.
Then Nanny, who had her orders from Mrs. Brown as to what she was to do when a cat was found on the premises, would open the door on to the Mews and cry. 'Out! Scat, you dirty thing!' or fetch a broom with which to chase it. Or if that did not work and the stowaway merely cowered in a corner, she would pick it up by the scruff of the neck, hold it away from her, and fling it out into the street. After that, she would punish Peter, though he could not be worse hurt than he was through losing his new friend and remembering how happy it had been safe in his arms.
Peter had even learned not to cry any more when this happened. One could cry inside of one without making a sound, he had found out.
He was feeling that way now that he was sick, only this was different because he seemed to want to cry out this time but found that he could not utter a sound. He did not know why this should be except it was a part of the queer way things had been since whatever it was had happened to him when he had darted away from Nanny who was talking to the postman, and run across the road after the striped kitten.
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