A/N: Oh my goodness guys, remember that cat (Copernicus!) I wrote about a while ago? Here's that… continued. SO sorry! If you had forgotten about it, well… here ya go! Thanks to Sendai (give me a moment while I smile gleefully) for reminding me and for her lovely reviews - every single one made me smile and that goes for all reviews so please have at it! Enjoy :)
The House Guest
Green held onto icy silver in the staring contest of the millennium. Both were narrowed and unwavering; the latter intensely challenging, the green lackadaisical and almost mocking.
It infuriated the detective and amused the cat.
Sherlock had had argued with John about the utter nonsense which was lying in a beam of sun, a little grey ball of mangy wilderness. The fact he felt the inkling to pet the beast was also annoying.
In the end, the younger man had lost that particular battle. Not that he was given much of a choice.
John had threatened to throw out every single experiment. And Sherlock knew he would. The ashy-blonde often complained about some innocent jar of disembodied fingers or the run-of-the-mill jar of eyeballs…
Perhaps Sherlock could leave the window open nonchalantly or give it some kind of sedative which stopped its heart momentarily thus successfully tricking John into thinking it had-
There was a vibrating mass stretching itself against his leg, striped grey, warm and… annoying, really; even if it was… surprisingly pleasant.
Giving a sidelong glance towards John, Sherlock watched the short man making tea as a pale hand reached down, running fingers through the short fur.
A loud purr erupted from the feline and Sherlock, much to his surprise, missed the small smile playing on the doctor's lips.