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Jim licked his paw. Yes, it had certainly turned out to be a rotten day. That morning he had been a busy, successful, entrepreneur in the rare field of crime and all things criminal; he might as well just come out and say that morning he'd been human.
He strained his mind to try and remember the ending to the book he'd read in school about the man being turned into a bug, but as hard as he tried, he could only remember that the man had died. Nothing else.
He rolled over and lay on his side, pressed against the hard wooden floor.
"I don't want to die as a cat!" he yowled.
"Shut up!" Sherlock exclaimed.
"No!" Jim meowed back fiercely.
"Maybe he's hungry." John offered in the way of a compromise.
"Tough." Sherlock said sinking back into his deep thought.
"You're so inconsiderate!" Jim snapped, annoyed at being repeatedly ignored.
John looked to his flat mate blankly, gauging the likelihood of any action. After a few seconds of nothing he looked to Jim.
"What?" Jim snarled.
John sighed, put down his paper, lifted himself from his chair with great difficulty and walked into the kitchen.
He turned off the sink with a flick of his wrist, grabbed the new bowl from the bag, tore into the cat food with one swift wrenching motion and hurriedly scooped a bit of food into the bowl. When he was done with this grotesque dance he dropped the bowl carelessly to the floor.
Jim watched him curiously, not speaking for fear of inciting a wrath, not moving for fear of drawing attention to himself. When the bowl hit the floor he crept forward curiously.
He sniffed the contents of the bowl curiously while John kindly filled up a separate bowl with cool, clean water. With a mingled horror he looked up to John in disgust.
As John was placing the water on the floor, he caught Jim's eyes.
"What?" he asked.
Jim looked forlornly at the cat food that had been place in front of him.
"You're a cat…its cat food…I don't know, work with it!" John exclaimed exasperated. Jim screwed up his nose, but did not touch the cat food. He reluctantly drank some of the water.
