December 10:th - The Cloak Is A Cat Today
"Where did that carpet come from?" John looked in puzzlement at the new hearthrug lying just in front of Sherlock's chair. The consulting detective was rolling a small ball towards it, and instead of it going straight into the fireplace, it returned to him every time.
"Maybe it came here itself" Sherlock suggested, tossing the ball higher. John almost dropped his cell phone when the carpet moved in order to toss it back. Sherlock looked back down onto his cell phone, kicking the ball back to the playful carpet. To John's "Sherlock!" he merely replied "when you have eliminated all the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. The carpet is alive. And it likes games".
"What do you want?" Doctor Strange noted with some irritation, looking down at his hands, where his cloak was trying to do something, though he was not sure of what that something was. What he was trying to do was read a book, and his cloak was making it neigh on impossible.
It tried to press closer again, but as soon as he moved his hand, it followed. Alnost as if it wanted to be... oh. Gently, he lowered his hand, petting the soft fabric. He could have sworn that the cloak had started to purr that very moment, if cloaks could have purred. Oh, well, at least that was better than the day it was a bomb plane, he supposed. He went back to his reading with a smile, continously stroking the cloak draped over his lap.
"Mrs Hudson!" "Oh good morning" Mrs Hudson was puttering around the kitchen like she was wont do do, tidying up. John noted that she had already left a large platter with Christmas cookies for them, one strangely decorated with the words "Timey Wimey" and several with even stranger circles. "Thank you" he noted "but you did not need to". "Oh it was no trouble" she seemed slightly amused for some reason. John coughed. "Mrs Hudson, the new carpet, have you seen... well, it... have you see it yet?"
"Yes, well it will be good for Sherlock, dear" she noted, her voice decided. When he opened his mouth to press the issue, she commented softly "sometimes, John dear, there are things you do not need to understand". Then she winked at him, opened the microwave, closed it again with a soft sound of distress, and left the kitchen. John sighed, and went for his Saturday shift at the clinic. Everyone around him was mad.
Someone wondered where all the baked goods went - the answer is that they share them around! ;)
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