sherlock cat

Jenny was a little surprised that she was so cute and loved by everyone. After all, she was a "dislike" in the forest before.

Although she didn't understand why these humans loved her so much, after being surprised, Jenny accepted it very calmly.

Among these human beings who like her, apart from Watson, Mrs. Hudson is the most.

Although Dr. Watson was very reserved about her liking, Jenny had already had a keen insight into the truth.Because Dr. Watson always touches her pointed ears and rubs her soft fur when Sherlock is not around, but she still has a little military reserve, so most of the time, Jenny silently accepts the doctor's restrained overtures. up.

Mrs. Hudson was just the opposite.After learning that Jenny will become the new tenant of 221B, the lovely landlady immediately expressed her warm welcome and carried out the strategy of "holding and not letting go" extremely "toughly".

After repeated resistances were ineffective, Jenny could only silently accept Mrs. Hudson's overtures.

In addition, under the temptation of Mrs. Hudson's fried small yellow croaker, Jenny also "grievously" took over the important task of accompanying Mrs. Hudson to the supermarket to buy vegetables every day.

Of course, Jenny's fans are not limited to 221B, the whole Baker Street has been impressed by her "beauty".Jenny thought that in time the whole of London would fall under her cat's paws.

Beauty is indeed a burden.What humans say makes a lot of sense.

Mr. Chatterjee in the sandwich shop downstairs was one of the first humans to fall under Jenny's cat's paw. Jenny thought the little old man had a good eye, but Mrs. Hudson said Mr. Chatterjee was an old bastard and an old liar.

Jenny knew nothing of their tumultuous entanglement except that what Mrs. Hudson called an old bastard and a crook used to secretly leave her some of her favourites, fish nuggets and petits fours.

Jenny thought to herself, as she ate fish nuggets and petit fours, in the quiet late autumn light of Baker Street, that if Mr Chatterjee was an old bastard and a crook, he was an old bastard and a crook who was a good cook.

Compared with Dr. Watson's reservedness, Mrs. Hudson's enthusiasm, and Mr. Chatterjee's obscurity to do good deeds without leaving a name, Mr. Holmes' attitude can only be described as "indifference".

But Jenny didn't think so.

She thought they had gotten along very well since climbing into Sherlock's bed and successfully becoming his cat.

Every time a client came to the door, the seats in the living room were arranged like this—Dr. Watson sat in his armchair with a small book, Mr. Holmes sat on his sofa with a blank face, and Jenny sat with a burning gaze. On Sherlock's lap.

Jenny thinks their combination is perfect and invincible.

While listening to the client's "stories" that are mostly uninspiring, petting cats has become a new habit of Sherlock Holmes detectives.

Jenny even summed up her own reasoning basis through Sherlock's actions of smoothing her hair:

If his hands were caressing her entire back in boredom, it meant that the case was boring, and he might drive the client out in the next second.

If he starts scratching her chin with his fingertips, it means the case is starting to interest him.

If his movement changes to slowly kneading her pointy cat ears with his fingers, it means that the case has greatly attracted his interest.

……

The only thing that annoyed Jenny was that once Sherlock encountered a case of interest, he devoted himself to it with unprecedented enthusiasm, and reached the level of forgetting himself and everything else.

Unfortunately, Jenny is part of the mix.

At times like this, the benefits of smoothing the hair, stroking the head, and sitting on the thighs that she likes are all gone.

Fortunately, as a self-reliant cat demon, Jenny quickly found a way to make up for it.

That is, to make up for the neglect I received during the day in bed at night (?!).

One night Jenny got into Sherlock's pajamas very boldly, trying to sleep on his warm and smooth belly for one night.

At that time, the faint light of street lamps was reflected on the drowsy curtains, and Mr. Holmes was lying on the bed in the bedroom, sleepy, with his long nightgown casually pressed under his body, and the pale golden eyelashes on his fair cheeks were like a fan. He closed his eyes, and his even breath swept across the soft fur of Jenny's cat face from time to time.

Jenny was just lying on the side and staring at him.But for some reason, looking at it, Jenny felt a strange light itching in her heart, like a small feather, deliberately sweeping, scratching, scratching, and scratching on her cat's heart. Can't stop, can't stop, it makes people feel relieved.

Just as Nahan was suffering, she moved slightly, and a cat's paw accidentally rubbed into his pajamas.

When she touched his slippery and warm skin, Jenny couldn't tell whether the itch in her heart was getting heavier or lighter. Anyway, she just didn't want to withdraw her claws.

The night was very quiet, and Jenny instinctively felt that her behavior might be shameless, so a cat's heart beat violently in the silent night.

Suppressing the blood boiling with a guilty conscience, one paw turned into two paws.

In the end, when the eyes were closed and the heart was bent, the whole cat slipped and got in.

The bedside lamp silently witnessed her "crime".

Sherlock felt it when Jenny stepped on his stomach with a paw, and he lifted his eyelids, glanced at her, and ignored it.

When Jenny stepped on her second paw, Mr. Holmes remained calm and calm, but slowly opened his eyes.

Jenny was having such a good time moping, she didn't even notice.

When she pushed the whole cat into his pajamas, and the soft fur lightly brushed his lower abdomen, Mr. Holmes's body froze suddenly.

Before Jenny could find a comfortable position on his belly, a big hand grabbed the back of her neck and threw her under the bed.

Sherlock watched her roll around on the soft carpet, then turn over and sit up skillfully.

Sherlock is very familiar with her action.Remembering when she first broke into his life, the most interactions between the two were throwing, rolling on the ground, turning over and leaning against each other.

There was some unconscious warmth in the gray pupils.What he said was still cold and ruthless.

"Since you don't want to sleep on the bed, sleep on the floor."

Sherlock knew she could understand.

Although he was fined to sleep on the floor all night, there is always a price for everything.She wants to develop the place where she sleeps on Sherlock's belly, because this belly is his, and if she wants to keep it for herself, she must be prepared to pay for it.

Jenny felt that Sherlock's punishment was reasonable, and she was not angry or dissatisfied at all.

Although she was not angry or dissatisfied, it did not prevent her from being deeply frustrated and frustrated.

After being punished that night, Jenny made unremitting efforts for several consecutive nights in accordance with the ancient motto of one effort, one failure, three failures, and made up her mind to win Sherlock's belly.

So, without accident, she was thrown out of bed for several nights and slept on the floor for several days...

In the end, Jenny finally had to face the reality, and realized that Sherlock's naked belly was destined to never be with her. After a long sigh, she had to resign herself to her fate and curled up on the familiar and warm chest through the pajamas that got in the way. ...

To be a human being is to be content, and to be a cat should be like this.

The author has something to say: Another day of working hard to produce sugar~

Don't worry, Maomao, Xiaxia's belly will be yours sooner or later, he will be yours everywhere.

Happy weekend, cuties, this chapter will continue to give red envelopes~

In the next chapter, Mao Mao will probably lose her horse. Guess who took off her vest?

Thanks to the three little cute nutrient solutions, I love you:

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