I got up and saw he was parading around with a red toy mouse in his mouth. This was the Lion's favorite toy, which Connie had packed for him.
The Lion is a nice little guy but I don't think he pushed his toy under the office door to share it with Harris. He's also pretty smart and doesn't seem to lose his toys easily; he keeps an eye on them.
More likely the Tiger Mafia paid Lion a visit, sticking their paws threateningly under the door and using their best Brando accents to mutter the cat equivalent of, "Listen, mister, we'd hate to see some... terrible accident happen to that little mouse of yours. You'd better hand it over to us... for protection."
I pried the mouse out of Harris's mouth and gave it back to the Lion, who was happy to see it. He is a playful, friendly, occasionally shy and skittish guest. He likes to lick our faces and noses, as he snuggles, kneads, and walks around on us, purring loudly. He's settling in nicely; he just needs to eat more. And learn to stare down the Tiger Mafia.
I'm going to play with him some more before the next installment of "Downton Abbey." (I'm mostly eager to see Edith's dresses and hear more about that amazing electric mixer from the first episode. And I hope Julian Fellowes won't wreck any more Puccini arias, or main characters.)
I did manage to get better photos today: