Day 30 - From sirensbane: Kittens
A/N: Another Batman: Gotham by Gaslight crossover
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Having children underfoot when Bruce Wayne visited was tolerated by Holmes, especially since the youngest, Tim continued to show an aptitude for chemistry, so much so, that he had added two new scorch marks on Mrs Hudson's wallpaper. Jason enjoyed quietly reading books, and Dick tried to help solve cases with Bruce. Children, to some extent could be reasoned with.
Having kittens underfoot was another matter entirely. They were often literally underfoot, yowling pitifully then skittering off to hide under the furniture hissing if they managed to get caught up under one's feet. Mrs Hudson had found them near the doorstep one morning; three mismatched abandoned mewling kittens. She'd brought them inside 'long enough to feed them, and only until proper homes could be found for them'. There was an orange one named Ginger, a brown tabby named Nutmeg, and a calico named Cinnamon. Mrs Hudson insisted that the names did not mean the cats were here to stay. The kittens seemed to know she was in charge, as they avoided clawing up any of her possessions, opting instead to boisterously chew and claw everything in Holmes' rooms.
Nutmeg seemed particularly fond of clawing a hole in my favorite armchair. I sighed as I brushed the kitten aside to sit down one evening. "I'm beginning to give up hope that Mrs Hudson will find homes for the kittens," I said.
Holmes let out a short laugh and puffed on his pipe. "Indeed. The kitten have become quite attached to her. However, they are quite fond of the children as well." Holmes paused for a moment, calmly enjoying his pipe. "Perhaps the Waynes could be persuaded to take the kittens back home with them.
"It would be a lot quieter around here," I remarked. "And my ankles could use a break from being clawed.
"Indeed," Holmes agreed. "The bees are sufficient company in one's lodging."
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"Can we keep them?" Jason asked Bruce, holding up Nutmeg.
Bruce frowned. "We already have 15 cats at the manor. I don't think we need any more."
Selina slipped her arm into Bruce's. "Nonsense darling, there's no such thing as too many cats," she purred.