PET
I could not believe my eyes.
Sherlock Holmes, the world's most foremost consulting detective, the man people have called a brain rather then a heart, was sitting cross legged on the floor and was watching a pair of kittens drink some milk from a saucer. He looked up as I entered.
"Oh, good. You are back. Can you do me a favor? Get another saucer of milk, will you? I fear this much will not be enough for our little friends."Saying so he leaned forward and, to my complete amusement, proceeded to tickle one of the kittens under its belly.
I fetched one more saucer and, pouring some more milk into it, placed it before our guests who eagerly pounced onto it.
"Where did our friends come from?"
"Mrs. Hudson found them mewing rather pitifully outside the front door"
"And you offered to take them in?"
"Only for the night. I fancy that I know where they are from. That kind of mud can only be found in the east end of the city. I'll go tomorrow and see to it."He cocked his head and looked at the kittens "They are rather sweet, aren't they?".
I spluttered into my cup of tea. My friend glared at me, then returned to his admiration of the kittens. I sipped my tea, thinking how in a million years I would never hear those words cross his lips.
Well, when it comes to Holmes, I suppose there are unexplored possibilities.