A/N: I haven't been able to get this idea to leave me alone for weeks... Hope you enjoy it :)
If anyone wants to beta that would be much appreciated.
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John ran a hand over the raven kitten's back, his hand bigger than the kitten's whole body. He smiled as the tiny kitten's body vibrated as he purred, his slightly curled fur soft under John's hand.
He'd found the kitten, or rather the kitten had found him, shortly after he had been released from the hospital and rented 221b Baker street. He had immediately taken a shine to the cerulean eyes kitten, who he had named Sherlock as it just seemed to fit, and the kitten had taken a shine to him too.
He had noticed the kitten was incredibly smart. Sherlock had almost immediately found where everything was kept, he had explored 221b Baker Street in its entirety, checking out every nook and cranny and finding every possible hiding spot the flat had to offer. This scared John sometimes, the kitten would disappear for hours, days even. But he always turns up.
Sherlock's favorite pastime was to find some unsuspecting, innocent animal and then leave its carcass somewhere once he brought it into the flat. The kitchen table, the bathroom floor, the bedroom windowsill… John could list places he'd found a dead mouse or a baby bird all day. It was almost as though the kitten was conducting strange, twisted experiments. John had always wondered how Sherlock had managed to get that baby squirrel into the draw in the fridge…
The kitten was inquisitive by nature, as most cats are, but this kitten more so than any cat or kitten John had met in his entire life.
He could tell the kitten was intelligent just by looking into his innocent blue eyes. They were hard and soft at the same time. The eyes of a killer, yet the eyes of a child.
Sherlock was a born investigator and always found something to stick his nose into, unless of course, he was lying near John, a bored expression in his usually sparkling eyes.
Come to think of it, the kitten spent more time bored than anybody, human or otherwise, that John had ever met.
In fact he was lay beside John looking bored right now, His eyes looking at John as though he held the solution to his boredom. All John could think to do was continue scratching Sherlock, in which he had quickly learned was his favorite spot, between his ears, eliciting a soft purr from the kitten.
