I have blood in my socks sometimes. I do not have a criminal cat though. I wish the two were mutually exclusive.
"Impressive that he managed to claw through your jeans." Sherlock observed, secretly fuming himself.
"Yeah. He's amazing." John said sarcastically, inhaling sharply when he went to flex the muscles around the cuts.
"You'll want to get that cleaned; cats carry all sorts of diseases under their nails."
Jim emitted a low, horribly frightening growl from just behind the door.
John and Sherlock looked at each other, uncertain of their next course of action. Finally John broke the uncertainty.
"I'm getting blood in my socks; I'll go and wash up."
"And I'll set up the cat things for Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock said.
What he did not mention was that he would not be putting anything in them, but Jim could tell by his tone of voice.
Jim was being punished for being a bad little kitty. Well that was just fine by him! Let them try to teach him a lesson! Ripping into John had been fun! He could do it again! He would do it again! Just wait!
