Everyone knows I can't resist a good bandwagon...thanks to Pompey for letting me hop on for a bit.
I forgot not everyone reads everything on this site like I do :) - so for those of you who haven't read Pompey's latest few 'Things that Never Happened', you need to else you won't understand this. And while you're at it, check out Chewing Gum's last 221B as well.
I stopped on the doorstep, staring at the droopy-eared hound that was mournfully gazing at me.
"Toby, why are –"
I shook myself sternly – talking regularly to cats was beginning to make me believe every animal could speak.
I sighed, opening the door, grabbing Toby's collar with my free hand. But before I could tighten my grip he ripped free and bounded up the stairs, growling.
"Holmes, look out!" I shouted frantically, pounding after the canine into the sitting-room.
Holmes had made it up the drapes, thanks to my warning, and was hissing at Toby, now worrying at a black tail protruding from under the sofa.
Ginger-cat on the mantel watched with a smirk.
"Stuck, Mycroft?" He yawned, glancing at the tubby feline wedged under the couch.
Toby yipped, looked at me for approval.
"Watson, get him out of here!" Holmes's claws swiped angrily at my hat as I passed the window.
I grabbed the offending paw. "Don't put claw marks into my hat, or I'll take you to a shelter!"
His hissing was drowned by a wail from the sofa; Toby had nipped Mycroft's tail when it lashed his face.
Moriarty-cat yawned again. "Entertaining," he drawled, shedding a cloud of hair.
"Let's see how entertaining you find this," I snapped, grabbing the yowling monster, dropping him squarely on Toby's bristling back.