Enjoy! Someone asked for more Mycroft, and this will lead into the next few chapters. Por favor, lees!
"And here's his mouse, and his favorite cat food, and if he's really good, there's catnip..." Sherlock talks more when Smaug is left behind, even if he has to talk to Mycroft. All that matters is Hamish Holmes.
Mycroft? He was just pet-sitting. Unwillingly, but pet-sitting nevertheless.
John was delighted. He and Sherlock were going to Germany for a case, and John's colleague had offered his rental house. However, it was on the basis that Smaug stayed at home after he'd heard about the general havoc the cat caused from a bitterly complaining John.
John thought that he was pretty smart.
Sherlock immediately dismissed him as an idiot.
Anyhow, that left Smaug and Mycroft alone for two whole days while they were solving the case.
Mycroft had considered getting Anthea to take care of the cat, but he'd promised Mummy to help Sherlock out when the subject came up a week back.
So, while the world potentially fell apart around him, he was cat-sitting.
"Sherlock and pets," the man said with distaste, "I never understood the appeal."
Smaug meowed, batting dainty paws at Mycroft's pressed black pants, seeming to want something.
"Hungry?" Mycroft asks. "I was just going to get a cuppa. But I suppose I should dish out your supper first."
A plaintive meow is his only response, and Mycroft sets out a bowl for the hungry feline.
After doing this, he opens the door, saying, "I'll be back in two hours."
And upon being thoroughly ignored, Mycroft leaves.
Smaug doesn't like this man.
Not at all.
I'm really excited because I got a 28 on my pre-ACT test as a sophomore and 35/36 on one of the sections, which is FABULOUS! College two years early, here I come! ;)
xoxo Brenda
P.S. Who wants brownies and milk?