Then Sherlock would kiss John softly on the lips , and then gently kiss the top of Moro's head. Moro and John would look at each other knowingly. It was as though they both knew Sherlock was upset and that it was up to the two of them, to be there for him.
This next bit is in the pov of the feline mind.( Its about two days before christmas, )
I had watched "Mummy " and "Uncle John." put strange things up in the flat. Things like a small fur tree in a silver pot with odd looking balls and wierd looking lights on it. ( "Uncle' had burned the end of a couple of his fingers on the string of lights, in which "Mummy." had gently 'kissed them better' as he called it and lovingly tended to Uncle's wounded digits . ) The tree now stood in the corner of the livingroom.
Another was a plant with red flowers on it. A pointsomethingorother. This sat on the small kitchen table. I was not allowed to take a bite of it or play with the leaves if they fell on the floor. When I had tried "Mummy." had scoop me up and said "No, no litte kitty, you must promise "Mummy" never ever to eat those leaves. They aren't good for little kitties." I had huff indignantly. Little Kitty Indeed ! I was not a little kitty! I was a little lady. And little ladies do not eat or play with plants. But I stayed away from that plant with the funny name.
The strangest was something "Uncle " called "Mist le Toe. I had sniff it once ,It had made me sneeze , which had made "Uncle" laugh as he picked it up out of my reach . I figured out it was just a flower tied in a bundle that was hung up side down in the door way, with a red piece of red. I also had decided to stay clear of it much like the pointsomethingorother plant.
"Uncle." insisted they hang up the Mist le Toe in the door way of their bedchamber. I notice they would act silly when ever they stood under it. "Uncle." would tenderly grab "Mummy. " pull him close and "Bite" him. As he did, Mummy would murmur "John... My Boswell, God I love you."
"Uncle ' would smile as "Mummy" would return the "Bite.""Mummy." would speak with his eyes closed. "John.. My Boswel " After such "Bites." They would disappear in to their bedroom for a game of "Rough housing." and more "Biting." I had figured out that this was part of their "Mating ritual" They must find it exhausting play as they would often fall asleep in their bed afterwords, In nothing but their skins, their bare limbs encirling each other, their noses nuzzling each other and cooing to each other softly. Some times I would join them on the bed for some , other times I would leave them alone to give them some private time.
At such times, I would go out the catdoor that had been put in just for me. I would then head down stairs to visit Mrs Hudson. Hers was the other door that had a special door for me. I could come and go as I pleased through these doors, The front door was the only one that didn't have one.
That was one of the few rules "Mummy" and "Uncle John." had for me. I was not to go outside by myself. Not that I ever wanted to. 221 Bakerstreet was my Kingdom, why would I want to leave it.
Mrs Hudson would greet me warmly as I rubbed up against her leg. "Well hello Little Madame. Have you come to visit your 'Auntie'? Are the lads having a night in? Well come on then,lets have a girl's night in shall we . Tea and Coronation street await." Mrs Hudson would smile and gently pat my head. She then lead the way to her small would then present me with a nice piece of fish for my supper and we would settle in her livingroom. for a "Girls night" as she called it.
Ok weird spot i know ( not sure about this chap.. but here it is.)
should i continue in Moro's point of veiw for the xmas party.? any suggestions? hey Jas, did you get the bit about the fairy lights? gigggggles couldn't resist. hugggs.
So AOR? Jas? what do you think? there will be at least one more xmas chapter then on to other things..