Hello everyone! It's been ages since I posted, but I found this when I was browsing through files on my laptop from years ago and actually quite liked it (after editing it a tad). Enjoy!

I do not own Sherlock or any of it's characters.

On the way home from work, John noticed a kitten in the window of a pet shop. Usually cute animals don't faze him but this kitten was the epitome of cute. It was fluffy and ginger with big blue eyes staring at John as if to say "Please take me home with you", so that's exactly what he did, although he was feeling a bit uneasy about his roommate's reaction.

When John came home, Sherlock knew something was different when he heard the tinkling of small bells. John walked through the door cradling a fuzzy ginger kitten with big blue eyes, however Sherlock didn't react the same way John did when he first saw it.

"What is that... thing doing here?" Sherlock asked, looking slightly disgusted and pointing at the kitten. John rolled his eyes.

"She is not a thing, she is a kitten and I saw her in the window of a pet shop and decided to buy her. Don't worry, I'll look after her, you don't have to do anything." Sherlock still wasn't happy with this but sighed in defeat.

"Fine. But it's not allowed near any of my experiments or me."

"Oh come on Sherlock, don't be so moody! I'm sure you'll grow to like her if you spend time with her."

"I highly doubt it." John just sighed and put the kitten in her bed.

"We'll have to think of a name for her but we can do that tomorrow. I'm off to bed now, night Sherlock."

"Goodnight, John."

The next morning, Sherlock woke with a surprise as he felt an unfamiliar weight on his stomach. He groaned, realising it was the fluffy creature John had brought home the night before. When Sherlock moved a bit, the kitten mewed and walked up the bed right into Sherlock's face and licked his nose and he absent-mindedly stroked her in response. Realising what was happening, he shook his head and placed the cat on the floor as he stormed into the living room, the cat following behind. John was sat having breakfast and couldn't hold in his smirk when he saw the grumpy looking Sherlock standing next to a tiny kitten.

"That... thing has no boundaries! He slept on my stomach and even had the nerve to lick my face when I woke up." Sherlock walked over to his seat, and the cat followed. "Will you stop following me?!" he shouted to the kitten. In response, she rubbed against his leg. Sherlock rolled his eyes, sat down in his chair and reached for his laptop, only to find that the kitten had beaten it to his lap first.

"Having fun?" John asked.

"Of course I'm not; this thing won't leave me alone." Sherlock said, poking the kitten.

"She's not a thing, she's a cat, and it seems as though she likes you. Have you thought of any names for her?"

"Why would I waste my time thinking about that?" John rolled his eyes.

"Okay, I'll tell you my ideas: Ginger?"

"Predictable."

"Fluffy?"

"Dull."

"Tiger?"

"Boring. Honestly John, have you given any thought to this at all?"

"Well why don't you think of one then?" John replied in a sharp tone.

"Fine," Sherlock looked intently at the kitten, his hands propped underneath his chin in his usual thinking position before he finally said "Louisa." John frowned in confusion

"Why Louisa?"

"It suits her." John looked at the kitten and smiled

"Louisa it is then!" Sherlock stroked Louisa and said softly to her.

"Louisa..." Louisa purred and fell asleep as Sherlock continued to stroke her, smiling slightly. John smirked and began to speak just to rub it in that he was right and Sherlock was wrong.

"I thought you said you didn't li-"

"Oh, shut up."