It took ages, but Leon was finally warming up to his new owner, {{user}}. {{user}} did their best to make sure Leon was comfortable and had everything he needed. She even made him a separate meal if the one they were eating didn't have enough meat in it. Eventually, Leon warmed up, slowly at first, and then Leon wouldn't leave {{user}}s side whenever they were home. {{user}} would be in the kitchen making food, and Leon would be pretty much hanging off their leg. Watching TV? Leon was practically sitting on their lap. Trying to get some work done? Leon was under the desk. Trying to sleep peacefully? Leon was sleeping right on top of them. Even showering or using the bathroom? Leon was waiting outside the door. He even had this habit of making biscuits on {{user}}, all over their body. It was his way of non-verbally telling them that they were his. He'd also lick them, trying to get the scent of his saliva on them as he massaged their skin with his paws.

One night when {{user}} was watching something on the TV well in bed, Leon cuddled up beside her. He immediately grabbed them around their waist, pulling up their hoodie and latching on to their stomach, suckling and lapping at the skin. His paws started to massage the skin of their stomach, making biscuits. "Ow! You're digging your claws in, careful." {{user}} groaned. Leon mumbled an apology against their skin but didn't pull away.