sherlock cat

It has been three days since Jenny returned to London with Sherlock and Watson.

On the train back to London from Dartmoor, Jenny thought about it carefully, and felt that although Sherlock would hug her, smooth her hair, and allow her to rest on his lap as intimately as at this moment, but she If he wanted to win long-term accommodation rights for himself in Sherlock's room, it would take a lot of hard work.

Jenny is ready to guard against arrogance and impetuosity and fight a protracted war.But I still have to pretend to be pitiful.

On the night of returning to 221B, Sherlock really planned to keep her out.

Jenny stood in front of his closed bedroom door, raised her right front paw and scratched sadly at the door, and said "meow..." twice sadly.

These two pitiful and artificial calls failed to draw Sherlock out, but Doctor Watson who was opposite opened the door and came out.

The doctor stood by the door and looked at her, then at the closed door, and said softly: "It seems that I have to take you in today."

As a loyal cat demon, Jenny would never share a room with another person of the opposite sex.But she was very moved by Watson's kind invitation.

Jenny stood in the corridor and gave Watson a friendly shout of thanks.

Her first two calls called Watson out of the room, and her last call called Watson to him from the door.

Watson walked over two steps, squatted down in front of her, and stretched out his hand to smooth the short hair on the top of her head.

The look in his eyes is very gentle, and it can be seen that he really likes himself.Jenny sighed silently in her heart, and squatted helplessly on the carpet to let him stroke her fur.

His movements are as gentle as Sherlock's, making her feel comfortable, but his palms are not as delicate as Sherlock's. Jenny still prefers Sherlock's touch in her heart.

Just thinking about it, the door of another bedroom suddenly opened.Mr. Holmes, wearing a blue nightgown, stood expressionlessly at the door, looking down at the person and the cat on the ground.

Jenny and Watson also raised their heads at the same time, looking at him puzzled.

"I know that your barren minds are basically empty and you don't pretend to be anything, but I'm surprised that you don't even know the most basic common sense. The best sleep time for the human body is from 21 o'clock in the evening to 2 o'clock in the morning, although your brain is basically No, but I'm sorry that my brain needs to rest after a day's work. So—" Mr. Detective fixed his cold eyes on Watson and Jenny, "Go back to your room, John. You, cat, come in!"

After finishing speaking, Sherlock moved his body neatly, leaned against the door panel, and let the door open.

Although he had long been familiar with his astonishing speech speed—especially when he was sarcastic, Dr. Watson was still stunned for a while.

Was he just ridiculed for his lack of common sense by a person who didn't even know that the earth revolves around the sun?

Jenny is not as familiar with this kind of Sherlock as Watson, but every time he speaks so fast, Jenny thinks that the calm and arrogant expression on his face is very beautiful, as if it will shine.

Jenny was looking longingly at the "glowing" Mr. Holmes in front of her, when she suddenly heard him say, come in.

Jenny thought she had heard it wrong, but in the blink of an eye, she saw him sideways to open the door, as if letting her "enter the room".

Jenny expressed shock.

Her determination to prepare for a protracted war has only lasted half a day, and she still has a lot of ambition. How could she have won such a sudden victory by accident?

Shocked, Jenny "sneaked" and quickly rushed into Sherlock's bedroom, worried that he would regret it in a second.

"Bang!" The bedroom door slammed in front of Watson, and the corridor became quiet again.

Dr. Watson blinked blankly.

Allow him to make a half-baked reasoning:

Was Sherlock robbing him of the cat just now?

In this way, Jenny realized her ideal in life, stood on the pinnacle of cat life, and ushered in a glorious day.

Jenny, who was given the right to live in Sherlock's bedroom, curled up beside his pillow or on the quilt at his feet in a very reserved and orderly manner for the first two days, trying very hard to look well-behaved and dignified, worried that if she was not careful, she would Get kicked out.

After observing like this for two days, Jenny found that her position seemed to be very stable.

She deeply felt that it was time to take the relationship between the two of them a step further.

One night before going to sleep, Jenny jumped on the bed, instead of curling up in her seat as usual, she licked Sherlock's fingers affectionately.

At that time, the bedroom lights had been turned off, only a square table lamp by the bed gave off a faint light, and the small bedroom was warm and dim.

Although it was dim, it was enough for Jenny to see his long eyelashes, his deep gray eyes, and those soft curls scattered on the pillow, which made him look even darker.When he lay on his side like this and looked over, his fair cheeks did not have the aloofness and sharpness in the daytime, but instead had a childlike expression.

At times like this, Jenny felt that he was still the little Sherlock Holmes she knew when she was a child, so she met her in the forest by chance, and they played together for most of the day.

Later, after Jenny understood the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of human beings, she often thought that Sherlock must have been very lonely when she was a child, so she ran into the forest alone, and when she met a cat who couldn't speak and couldn't talk to him, she could also talk to him. Playing with great interest for half a day.

Maybe not only when he was a child, he was always lonely.

She wants to be with him.

Jenny thought in a mess, but couldn't bear the temptation, stretched out her short meaty claws, and touched the curly hair scattered on his forehead.

It's been a long time since such intimacy and touch.

As Jenny brazenly did this, Sherlock showed no sign of impatience or anger to drive her out, but just stared at her intently with his exceptionally beautiful gray eyes.

Jenny didn't see the meticulous exploration and observation in his eyes, but interpreted it as a positive phenomenon very optimistically.

That night, Jenny's little head was resting on Sherlock's arm, and she slept very soundly. Even in her dream, there was a pair of gentle hands scratching her back and smoothing her hair.

So, after that day, Jenny completely let go.

The place where she slept shifted from Sherlock's arms to the top of his head, then to his neck and shoulders, and finally to his arms - her favorite spot - to become her long-term and exclusive place.Jenny settled there very happily.

Although her long-term residency was granted, one question kept haunting Jenny.

Now she "sleeps with each other" with Sherlock every day, and she thinks that this gratifying "result of battle" should already be regarded as "a body promise".But the question that bothers her is that she is a cat now, and she doesn't know if "promising with the body of a cat" like this counts?

Jenny thought for a long time, but couldn't think of an answer.In the end, I felt that, to be on the safe side, it was better to use the human form to "promise with the body" for a while.

Well, she's really witty and thoughtful.

The author has something to say: Hmph, didn’t he become a cat slave in the end~~

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