(Originally 'Sherlock Holmes and the Cat')
Sherlock gazed through the microscope intently as John came in, soaked to the bone. Sherlock took no notice to him as he dumped soaking bags onto the table; he raised an eyebrow and looked up as he saw a small kitten in John’s arms.
“What are you doing with that?” he asked
“It was sitting in the rain, I couldn’t just leave it.”
“Yes you could.”
“You are not keeping it.”
“Sherlock, this is my flat to, so I’m keeping it whether you like it or not”
Sherlock walked towards Watson and plucked the cat from his arms. He held it by the scruff of the neck and inspected it closely. John’s phone rang
“Jeez, I need to go; something at the clinic’s come up. Leave the cat alone and no Experiments!” John shouted and slammed the door. By then Sherlock had put the cat down and continued with his work. The cat simply sat there staring with its emerald green eyes, he looked up and looked at the cat
“Are you interested with this?” he asked the cat which meowed in reply “Would you like me to explain?” the cats eyes flickered with intelligence as Sherlock explained the Test
“You remind me of a close friend…” Sherlock muttered
“Hmmm…” since he had begun to take a small likening to the cat; it was worth giving it a name
“Argon?” the cat rolled its eyes and licked its paw
“Xenon?” the cat didn’t show any interest but a thought struck him
“Hamish?” the cat’s ears pricked up and it purred “Hamish it is.”
By the time John got home it was late in the evening and he imagined that Sherlock would still be doing his experiments, so he didn’t bother being quiet as he entered the house. He froze as his gaze lifted itself to the couch, Sherlock sat sleeping on the sofa with his head lolled back and the cat sat on his lap, sleeping intently. John smiled inside at the sight before him he gingerly picked up the cat and draped a blanket over Sherlock then placed the cat back on his lap. John later went to bed and fell asleep with a grin plastered onto his face.
The next morning John opened his eyes to nothing but blackness, he frowned and lifted his hands to his eyes. All he could feel was soft fur and then it hit him. It was the cat. John shrieked and Sherlock bundled into the room and lifted the cat off John’s face.
“Are you alright?” Sherlock asked with amusement
“Well done. Your deduction skills are getting sharper by the week”
“Was on m-my face.”
“I could see that.”
“B-But on my face Sherlock! It could have bloody taken a crap on me!” Sherlock looked at the cat but it merely stared at him with innocence.
“Nonsense! Hamish wouldn't do such a thing! Would you Hamish?” Sherlock pouted and stroked Hamish who purred with pleasure
“Oh for- Wait, hang on. Did you just call the cat Hamish?”
“Yes I did. I find the name rather fitting don't you?”
John sighed in annoyance. This was going to be a long day…
Aww, you had me at "Shelock Holmes" in the title! And I love this; Hamish, John's deduction skills - your skills are excellent!
Awww, Hamish. <3
That was so cute!!!
I love the idea of Sherlock and John owning a cat! Its cute! I also like the fact that Sherlock likes it more than John. I'll be waiting for the sequel!
D'awww!!! So cute! And Hamish! hahaha Wonderful writing here, love!