A/N: Part two of drabble #4, Intuition, though can probably be understood just as easily by itself.
"I've decided to call him James."
The cat approaches the barber chair and coils around Sweeney's legs, failing to notice the look of disdain the barber shoots him.
"Always liked the name James. Noble, strong name. I mean, there's a reason so many kings've been named James."
The animal jumps up and lands in Sweeney's lap. He scowls.
"And it's a very fitting name for him – he's survived some tough times, y'know."
Sweeney lifts the cat by the scruff of its neck. "Mrs. Lovett. Your precious 'James' is a girl."
She stares at him.
He smirks.
So much for intuition.