I'm a cat, I'm a kitty-cat; meowmeowmeowmowmowmeowmeowmo wmow! There is so much cat-inspiration to be had from the internet!


Jim collapsed into the side of the cat carrier, fatigued, confused and furious. Sherlock did do this to him somehow! How could he have been so stupid? How did he let something slip past him?

He tried to calm himself, and found to his disgust that he had begun to absentmindedly lick his paw. He stopped, but began again after a few moments. It really seemed to help with the stress.

The cat carrier swayed and rocked like a ship caught in a tempest as Sherlock left his apartment and carried him into the streets of London.

"This is a change, being kidnapped instead." Jim thought as he peered out of the bars of his prison. Sherlock hailed a taxi and told the driver to take them to 221b, to Jim's ever-mounting surprise.

"Why take me there? What are you playing at Sherly?" Jim wondered staring at the tall man from the holes in the side of the plastic prison. His expression, from what Jim could see was totally unreadable.

"Hey everybody! I demand an explanation!" Jim shouted, but all John, Sherlock and the cabbie heard was "Meeeow, meooooow meow meow meow!"

"Hey, is your cat alright back there?" The cabbie asked.

"Oh he's fine," Sherlock said smoothly, with a hint of pleasure. "He just gets excited on car rides."

"Meow!" Jim said, and meant it.