Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I'm not completely satisfied with this but I wanted to post something. Enjoy!
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"Cats are carnivals."
John looked up from his laptop blankly. What?
Sherlock breezed through the living area and into the kitchen to throw himself down at his microscope. Immediately, the detective became absorbed in the specimen under the lens.
John frowned. Had he heard right?
"You mean carnivores."
The younger man didn't bother to glance up.
"No, I said what I mean" came the dismissive reply.
"Would you care to elaborate?"
A sudden thundering gallop announced the arrival of the subject in question. How can something so small make so much noise? the doctor lithe grey form flashed through the doorway, launched itself onto the sofa, skimming along the back, then swooped down to the floor and under the coffee table. John watched in disbelief as the cat caromed through the room and vaulted into the air in hot pursuit of – he suddenly realized - a fly. With a muffled thwap! the cat brought his front paws together, snatching the insect out of mid-air. The grey body completed a graceful aerial flip like a character in some wushu martial arts film and landed neatly on all four feet. The cat posed a moment in triumph, then tore out of the room in another manic burst of speed.
In the aftermath of the feline coaster capers, John, stunned, looked up to find Sherlock watching him. The detective raised a superior eyebrow and smirked. QED.