Sherlock's Furry Little Problem
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Disclaimer
Sadly I don't own Sherlock!
Sherlock strode into 221B shrugging off his coat and scarf. "That was a complete waste of time, completely obvious that it was…" he trailed off. "What, is that?" he finally managed to ask
John looked up. "I'd have thought that was obvious to someone of your superior intelligence. It's a cat - a black and white cat to be specific," John said mildly trying not to smirk at Sherlock aghast expression.
"Don't be obtuse John, obviously it's a cat John but what is it doing here?" he demanded.
"It's going to stay here," he answered.
"No it's not! We can't have a cat in the flat, you can't just bring home animals without discussing it with me first. Where did you get it from?" he spluttered.
"Why not? You leave body parts in various stages of decomposition all over the flat so there's no reason I shouldn't have a cat and to answer your question I bought it online. Always wanted a cat so figured why the hell not. Her owner is getting too old to take care of her and wanted to send her to a good home. I thought this was even better than getting a kitten because it's already litter trained and gives an animal a good home," he said with a satisfied smirk.
"Mrs Hudson won't have it," he argued triumphantly.
"The amount of damage you've done to the flat somehow I don't see her objecting to a cat," John pointed out.
"For god sake," Sherlock muttered in distaste as he stalked off to his room while John shook his head rolling his eyes at him as he knelt down to scratch the cat's ears.
John continued to ignore Sherlock's complaint's about the new addition to their flat and refused to rise to sudden increase of body parts that took up residence in the fridge and various other parts of the flat. He conceded to Sherlock's wishes on a lot of things but not on this, the cat was staying.
"If you are going to insist on keeping the creature then it really should have a better name," Sherlock announced one morning.
"What's wrong with Lucky?" he asked.
"For one it's such a cliched name for a cat and secondly it's not exactly lucky being removed from it's home and made to live here," he said.
"Why does the name of the cat bother you anyway?" John asked.
"Because it's stupid,"
"Why what would you have called it?- actually forget I asked not going to give you another chance to show off with a range of apparently clever cat names," John said bending down to pet Lucky as she rubbed against his legs.
"You know John there have been some fascinating studies into the properties of cat saliva…" he began.
"Sherlock!" John snapped warningly causing Sherlock to roll his eyes. Seeing as John was so fixed on keeping the cat he would need to find some other use for it, one even John couldn't complain about. What was that article he'd read about cat's urine again?