Sherlock looked at the creature in front of him.
"John."
"Yes Sherlock?" John called from the kitchen.
"There is a cat in our flat."
"Yeah, I found her out-" He stopped short seeing the cat had draped herself over Sherlock's shoulders, purring contently as Sherlock scratched between her ears.
"I think she likes you, Sherlock." john said, grinning.
"so it would seem."