December 28: "The grey tabby cat has an evil expression and a foul smell. And it won't. Go. Away." (from sirensbane)
Homage to my silly 2012/2013 or so version of Holmes who was irrationally afraid of cats, and companion piece to the previous.
"Mrs. Hudson! Why have you brought that—that thing into our rooms?!"
The great detective perched on top of the settee, eyes locked on the small cat prowling the rug before him.
Mrs. Hudson scowled. "It's just a cat."
"Ha!" Holmes gave a strangled laugh. "Just a cat! Why, I've never heard more ridiculous nonsense in my life. There's something in those eyes, Mrs. Hudson."
She shook her head and tapped an impatient foot. "Mr. Holmes, come down from there and eat your breakfast before it gets cold."
"I shan't. It won't take its eyes off me. Look at its evil expression, and that foul smell."
"The foul smell is from leaving the window open all night. The cat smells fine."
"Oh. Well, regardless. I will not be living with that beast a moment longer."
Mrs. Hudson rolled her eyes and scooped up the cat into her arms, where it nestled and purred sweetly.