Shercat Holmes was pacing he did this when he was either bored, thinking or in serious need of a smoke (something his owner NEVER needed to find out about) today it was the second as he Shercat Holmes had a case.
It should have been an easy one really in all seriousness it was only about the recent rise in jam thefts in the Flat block he lived in along with his owner, his owners roommate, Mrs. Hudson a kind old landlord who always gave Shercat a Scratch or two right when he needed it oh and not to mention the odd rather chubby greyish-brown cat whom belonged to Shercats owners roommate (confusing he knows).
Well the case should have been easy but it turned out it wasn't you see Shercat had thought it was his owners roommate that had been taking the jam but alas no the man had an alibi for everything, next he had thought Mrs. Hudson until the thief had knocked over her own jam along with almost every other kind of chutney in the cupboard, as they had been proved innocent he tried the next-door Nabors cats even the mice under the fridge (he should have Disposed of ages ago) But to no avail.
So this was how Shercat had come to the decision that the thief was a genius Not the kind of genius that the creepy black cat two blocks away who always over exaggerated his facial expressions was but a kind of sneaky genius the sort you don't expect until bang! It's too late and then you're left with most likely a huge mess and a few patches of missing fur.
His only option would be to go to his sort-of-but-not-really-good-friend Inspector G. Lestrade who would most likely be in the abandoned police dept with a few other cat-officers playing with string like they norma- "hey Shercat what are you doing today?" John called joyfully a wide smile on his face as he nudged Shercats shoulder with his nose in greeting and sat way to close in Shercats own (large) opinion "thinking" Shercat sighed a pained expression appearing on his face "oh about what?" john replied happily "a case" Shercat replied sharply this only seemed to excite john further until he almost purred with glee "you didn't say we had a case on I can help you!" another thing about john Catson was he seemed to have an un-canny way of incorporating himself into other people's business "we don't have a case I do but I suppose it wouldn't hurt telling you that it's about who has been stealing all the jam" Shercat replied sternly not looking at john "huh, I never realised it was stealing I mean I do live here I'm sor-" his sorry was cut off at the sound of Shercats angry hiss and the thunk of john being shoved off the desk and hitting the floor on his back "so you're telling me" Shercat jumped off the desk landing looking down upon johns dazed face "I have just spent the past month trying to find a jam thief only for you to just come out and say it like that, I mean you didn't even give me the chance to do a thorough deduction an accusation or to tell the owners on you Shame I say! Shame!" Shercat growls lowly.
"im sorry, if you want you can still tell the owners on me" john said sadly giving Shercat his best puppy-dog eyes (that really shouldn't be cute as dogs were cruel and evil, slobbery things that never washed) "No, no its all right we can just forget the whole thing" Shercat broke "thanks Shercat lets go out for a hunt to celebrate" john yowled in joy jumping around in joy "I don't see what there is to celebrate but if you want I'll go get my scarf" Shercat mewled in defeat.
"Somebody's stolen my scarf" Shercat wailed darting out of the master bedroom and into the hall looking around frantically before racing into the kitchen leaving a very guilty looking john Catson to kick a blue/grey scarf farther into his kitty-bed.