Hello , once again I do not own BBC nor do I take credit for the names used within the story. The story plot is of my own creation.
John Watkittens slowly padded his way down the stairs, for such a small kitty like himself, he doesn't know how he gets up and down them constantly, and unlike his companion who could grace up them in a matter of seconds without any troubles at all. A few minutes later, John finally made it to Meowses Hudson's flat and meowed to her, asking if he could come in. John heard footsteps approach the cat flap just a few seconds before Meowses Hudson face popped out.
"Meow meeoow" she says as she twitched her tail in accompaniment as she welcomed John inside.
John meowed a thanks back to her as he made his way through the kitty cat flap, his fur (not fat Sherlockitty, it's fur) getting a bit stuck as he went in. John padded over to Meowses Hudson's cushions and sat down, huffing out a frustrated sigh.
"Meow meow?" Meowses Hudson questioned, asking what had got John bothered.
"Meow meow meow meow MEOW!" Replied John frustrated as he explained the whole situation of Sherlockitty's lost yarn ball.
Meowses Hudson nodded her head in reply as she sat down on the cushion just across from John. John watched as she twitched her tail back and forth which indicated she was quite deep in thought. John thought it was best to leave her as she thought and helped himself to some milk. Just as John had gotten settled again, Meowses Hudson quickly jumped up and ran from the room without a single indication about where she could have been going. John waited as patiently as he could, his tail twitching in anticipation a few times as he waited upon her return. Just a few minutes later she returned with a yarn that looked almost the same as Sherlockitty's. John excitedly jumped off his seat and bounded over to her. Meowses Hudson, with a proud cat like smirk on her face, nudged the ball to John. John examined the yarn ball in great detail. He bit it, he hit it and he even sat upon it. But with a sad face he told Meowses Hudson sadly that, although it looked just like Sherlockitty's yarn ball, it wasn't quite soft or fluffy enough to be his. John meowed thanks and left Meowses Hudson's flat, thinking of the next place he should visit to find Sherlockitty's lost yarn ball.