sherlock cat

Jenny has been a little depressed these two days.

Since that night, she couldn't control herself and licked Sherlock's neck brazenly, she completely lost her night welfare—even if she became a cat, she could no longer nest in Sherlock's arms like before. sleep in.

If she hadn't defended him to the death, I'm afraid she wouldn't even be able to climb up to his bedside.

Now the closest she can get to Sherlock is to lie pitifully next to his pillow.If you dare to try to cross the safe distance, you will be thrown out of bed immediately.

Jenny was very angry, but she meowed at him aggrievedly for two days, but failed to soften his hard "heart of stone".

Cat Jenny would probably never have thought that she was completely implicated by herself...

Her love counselor, Mrs. Hudson, feels that she and Sherlock are moving too slowly.The loyal and responsible landlady hinted to her that the "Jenny" who sleeps on Mr. Holmes' bed at night can be replaced by a cat.

Jenny is ignorant, and doesn't quite understand, whether it is a cat shape or a human shape, it is her anyway, so there is no difference.And she'd always felt more comfortable in her original form than in her human form, especially in Sherlock's arms.

But tragically, she has now lost the perk of being in his arms.

In addition, there is another not very pleasant thing.

In the past few days, Jenny has discovered to her surprise that there is a hidden "rival in love" beside her.

The term "rival in love" was popularized by Mrs. Hudson to her.

Mrs. Hudson also said: "Molly is not your rival in love, she knows how important you are to Sherlock."

As she said this, Mrs. Hudson looked at her very gently, and there seemed to be a gleam of pity in her eyes.Jenny was very puzzled. This sounded like good news, but for some reason, Mrs. Hudson said it very sadly.

As for whether Jasmine is a rival in love, Jenny has reservations about it for the time being.

The first time Jenny met Jasmine was in the laboratory of Barts Hospital, because Sherlock often did experiments there, so Jenny must follow.

For Jenny, this female forensic doctor named Jasmine is a stranger, so seeing her, Jenny is very calm.But when Jasmine saw Jenny—more precisely, when she saw Jenny again, she was very disturbed.

Jenny thought about it briefly. When Jasmine saw her, she was surprised, delighted, excited, and there were other complicated emotions that Jenny, as a cat, couldn't see.

But generally speaking, it was positive and positive, so Jenny consciously included her in the ranks of her former friends.

At the beginning, Jenny didn't think there was anything wrong with Jasmine, and she even liked this gentle and gentle female forensic doctor.Because every time she followed Sherlock to the laboratory of Barts Hospital, Jasmine would carefully prepare a fish and chips for her, and it was her favorite fish and chips on Marylebone Road.

Jenny thought she was quite a friend.

As a cat, Jenny is born with high vigilance, but as a cat demon who has lived for more than 500 years, Jenny's vigilance is not just high.It's just that when she is in front of Sherlock, her vigilance will automatically return to zero without knowing it.

Jenny has always consciously or unconsciously believed that whether it was the meeting 21 years ago or the reunion 21 years later, this is a matter between Sherlock and her, between the two of them.

It was between the two of them that he met her 21 years ago, and it was also between the two of them that she left the forest to find him 21 years later.

So she never thought about what kind of influence others would have on them.This is actually the reason why she ended badly last time and lost part of her memory.

Because I have never thought about a thing, so when it "clicks" without warning, it is very, very unacceptable.

The matter of Jasmine is actually not that serious, let alone have any influence on Sherlock.But Jenny once caught Jasmine helping Sherlock with an experiment, and saw Jasmine looking at Sherlock.

Jenny was not delicate and sensitive, but she immediately understood what Jasmine's eyes meant.

But at that moment, Jenny felt that what she saw was not Jasmine, as if she saw someone else through her eyes.That person has nothing in common with Jasmine, but that person also looked at Sherlock with such focused eyes, and told him that smartness is the new definition of sexy...

Jenny didn't know who this person was, but she could be sure that at that moment, she felt a real killing intent in her heart.

When she regained her senses, she found that she had even stretched out her long sharp claws...

Jenny had never really thought about it before, until she found out that Jasmine liked Sherlock.Then she came to a conclusion: her Sherlock is so good, it's normal for someone to like it.

But normal is normal, in principle, Jenny has always had no mercy for creatures who covet her things.

Back then, the first little demon in the woods who dared to snatch fish from her, the weeds on the grave must have grown several times.

Jenny has always mastered the skill of killing chickens and monkeys very well. Later, few demons dare to disrespect her. Occasionally, there are one or two who don't understand the rules. , Do you want to come here to be company with this nameless little demon?

The style is very full.

Only Xiao Hei and Tiger King knew that it was actually just an empty grave, and what was buried in it was not a little monster at all, but the two front teeth and half-truncated tail of the little monster who was beaten off by Jenny Pang.

But Jenny thought it was all harmless.It was all because of Xiao Hei's rule not to kill, if it wasn't for that, she would have thrown that little demon in the grave long ago.Therefore, the meaning of setting up this tomb is the same.

Of course, apart from Xiao Hei and Tiger King, the otter whose two front teeth were knocked out and its tail was severed also knew the secret of the empty grave.But no matter what, he would never admit that the tomb belonged to him, let alone stand up and clarify.

As for how this little otter demon practiced his spells with painstaking efforts, hard work, and dancing with the smell of chickens, he asked Jenny for a fight when he made some progress, and Jenny was so troublesome that he almost ignored the rules set by Xiao Hei and secretly killed him. , and then thrown into the grave and reunited with his two front teeth and half-truncated tail to form a whole body, these are things for later.

But now, this human named Jasmine is not only coveting her rations, but Sherlock.

What made Jenny even more indignant was that she once regarded Jasmine as her friend.And Molly was the only one besides Sherlock, Watson and Mrs. Hudson who regularly bought her fried fish.She even felt that Molly was her most important friend besides Sherlock, Watson and Mrs. Hudson.

The word friend has an extraordinary meaning to Jenny.

If I had to use an analogy to explain it briefly, it would be like, if a little demon who was not familiar with her robbed Sherlock, she might knock out the opponent's two front teeth.

But if the tiger king as a friend is robbing Sherlock from her, she will definitely beat the tiger king to the ground.

Of course, Tiger King is unlikely to rob Sherlock from her.

Anyway, Jenny thought about it seriously, Xiao Hei's rule of not killing animals, after leaving the forest, should she still abide by it?

After thinking for two days, Jenny did not come to an accurate conclusion.

Although there are no rules for Xiao Hei in the human world, there is something similar to Xiao Hei's rules, called the law.The function is similar to Xiaohei's rules, which are also used to restrain people's behavior.For example, you can't hurt people casually, let alone kill people casually.

But these constraints were no obstacle to Jenny.What limited her was the vague knowledge that Sherlock would be angry if she did.And Mrs. Hudson and Watson, too, would probably be disappointed.

This incident bothered Jenny a little for a while.She actually wanted to ask Sherlock if he would be mad at her if she "accidentally" killed one of their humans, and for how long?

In fact, what she wanted to ask more was whether he remembered such a person, a person who told him that "smartness is the new definition of sexy".This person will look at him with a look that she doesn't like very much.

But she was timid.

This emotion surprised Jenny.Because she has lived for more than 500 years, and she has never shy away from anyone or anything.This is not the emotion that a brave and fearless monster like her should have.

She thought deeply about herself.

When she was in the woods, Jenny's good friend Tiger King once told her a story about 108 heroes living on a certain mountain.This is a tragic and vigorous story.The tiger king spoke with enthusiasm, and Jenny also listened to it with enthusiasm.

During that time, they, a tiger and a cat, always liked to call themselves "heroes", and they also changed their nature of doing evil in the past.

However, the two of them are the biggest "evil forces" in the forest. After they "become good", there are really not many heroic deeds for them to do.

Later, Jenny met Sherlock, plunged into the whirlpool of hard work, and vowed to leave the forest and walk on the broad road of "repaying gratitude".

The tiger king began to sigh to the moon: "Children love each other, but heroes have shortness of breath."

Jenny was deeply skeptical of this.

She wants to be "children and daughters" with Sherlock, but she will never be "heroic". She still wants to keep the title of "hero".

But now, is he about to be hit by the Tiger King?

Jenny objected.

But in the end, she still didn't ask anything.

In the dead of night, Jenny sighed deeply and lonelyly in the direction of their forest. From now on, she no longer deserves to be called a "hero" by the little monsters in the forest...

Jenny wondered if Sherlock read something from her expression and her hesitation, because he played the violin for her late one night again.

He didn't say anything.But Jenny just knew that he was playing for her.

Jenny looked at his familiar posture and his slender fingers dexterously jumping on the strings, and suddenly felt relieved.

He's so beautiful and she's there for him and just wants to do nice things for him.Those things that she occasionally wants to do and seems she shouldn't do, if he doesn't like it, she doesn't have to do it.

Jenny has always liked the night, because it is the time when she can be closest to Sherlock. Although he has been a little strange and abnormal these two days, Jenny knows in her heart that he actually likes to sleep with her in his arms.When she fell asleep several times before, she felt a pair of big hands stroking her fur.

Jenny knew it was Sherlock.

He loves to touch her and he loves to sleep with her.Same as her.

That's fine.Jenny couldn't think of anything better than this.Although she regretted losing the precious title of "Hero", she still felt that she was living in the best place.

Jenny looked at Sherlock and listened to him playing the violin, while curling herself up on the sofa as quietly as a cat.Her head was leaning on the back of the sofa, her small chin was slightly raised, and she kept looking at the place where Sherlock was standing.

Jenny felt that as long as he was there, she could keep watching like this.as long as possible.

……

When Jenny woke up the next day, she was in her own bed.

Half of the morning light shines on the ground through the cracks in the curtains.Jenny stared at the small piece of white light for a while, then jumped out of bed excitedly, and ran downstairs barefoot.

In the living room on the second floor, Sherlock was sitting on a chair in front of the dining table reading a newspaper.As for Dr. Watson, who was also sitting next to him, he was automatically ignored when necessary.

Jenny jumped down two steps at a time, causing Sherlock to frown.

"You carried me upstairs last night?" she asked cheerfully.But I already had an affirmative answer in my heart, so I was very happy.

This morning seemed to follow her brighter.

In fact, when Sherlock carried her back to the room last night, Jenny didn't sleep so deeply.The familiar smell on his body, she had smelled it countless times when she was in his arms as a cat nest, and he could smell it as soon as he got close to her.

Jenny wanted to wake up in a daze, but because she lost the "benefits" of sleeping at night a few days ago, she couldn't sleep well for several nights. Now, when she was at his familiar temperature and smelled his good smell, she could not sleep well. My nerves relaxed, and I fell into a sweeter dream.

Maybe she also said a word or two of nonsense, but I can't remember clearly.

Sherlock seemed to reply something, and she couldn't remember it even more.But he seemed to be very satisfied, so he fell into a deep sleep with great peace of mind.

Jenny wanted to ask what she had said and what he had replied.

But Sherlock's answer stunned her.

Sherlock, who was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper, glanced up at her when he heard her voice, and said, "No, you flew up by yourself last night."

This is Sherlock's usual irony when faced with some obvious problems.

But after Jenny listened, she was surprised and thought seriously.Because of the possibility that Sherlock mentioned, she can really do it...

Jenny recalled bitterly, was it just a dream that Sherlock carried her back to the room last night, the reality is that she really "flyed" back with strength while half dreaming and half awake...

Sherlock read her strange brain circuits from her sudden silence.

Mr. Holmes put down the newspaper, took a deep breath helplessly, and looked up.

Jenny has beautiful long black hair, like a long satin cut in the thick night, but the person who owns it doesn't know how to cherish it.Her long black hair was messed up by her sleep, surrounding her face like a bundle of straw, and her light green eyes stared at him intently with a little confusion.

It's a cat, it's a cat.Mr. Holmes closed his eyes and said twice in his mind. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that she was still standing two steps away with bare feet.His beautiful brows frowned slightly.

"Your IQ is not suitable for thinking about such profound questions," he tapped twice on the table with his fingertips, "Come over and have breakfast."

Jenny: "..."

The last murder case was solved smoothly. Dr. Watson recorded their case-solving process on the blog as usual, and Jenny's name appeared on it for the first time.

"Jenny Belleville is a beautiful and intelligent girl, and when we are sometimes at a dead end, she always finds clues in some incredible way that sometimes even Sherlock can't find them. If I didn't know her and was Her friend, I'd probably say she's got magic. But Mr. Terry and Miss Francesca should be happy about that..."

Jenny sat in front of her laptop, reading with gusto a blog post Watson had just finished writing.Terry and Francesca are victims in the case they just solved.

Jenny thought that Dr. Watson's description of her in this article was very accurate.Especially the speculation that she might be able to use magic is very creative and very... accurate.Of course, this latter compliment was held in Jenny's throat and she didn't spit it out.

After brazenly admiring herself, Jenny suddenly remembered that Watson has been writing this blog for a long time, and the cases and stories he and Sherlock have experienced in the past are all in it, so she should be in it too.

Can some shadows be found in those memories she has forgotten?

Thinking of this, Jenny immediately operated the computer unskillfully and began to scroll forward.

After reading one by one, Jenny felt that her roommate Watson was really a versatile military doctor who could not only treat diseases, but also solve crimes and write articles.He is really an all-rounder.

Every article by Watson is well written, and every case in it is also very exciting.Jenny watched very engrossed, the only regret was that she was not in it.Not a single word was mentioned about her.

Jenny couldn't help being surprised.

But after thinking about it for a while, I thought that maybe I didn't help Sherlock and the others solve any cases last time, so I didn't have myself in Watson's story.After all, Watson's blog is a blog that records cases, and irrelevant things are rarely mentioned.

But, if she didn't help Sherlock and the others solve any cases, what did she do the last time she came?And he also carelessly lost his seven lives.

Jenny was puzzled.

While she was holding the computer like this and flipping through Watson's blog with doubts, Sherlock was sitting on the table in the kitchen that was used as a laboratory table, not knowing what experiment he was tinkering with.

"You don't need to look for it. I've already read it. You are not mentioned in Watson's blog."

His cold and clear voice suddenly came from the top of his head, and Jenny looked up immediately.

Sherlock didn't know when he was standing in front of the sofa where she was sitting, looking down at her and the computer on her lap.

There were no cases in the past few days, so he just hid in the apartment all day doing experiments.When he was out of the house and there were no other visitors in the apartment, he usually wore the long blue nightgown.

Jenny liked to see him in his shirt and suit, and also in his nightgown.She was a little suspicious that Sherlock must know that his blue nightgown was her favorite, because he had a lot of long nightgowns in his wardrobe, in different colors and materials.She likes this blue one the most, and he often wears this blue one.

Today he is still wearing the blue one, with a pair of large protective glasses on his face, and a thick protective glove on his hand, holding a fire/gun in one hand, and a cone filled with an unknown liquid in the other. The flask, coupled with his soft curly hair.Jenny thought he was so cute.

Just so unprepared to fall into his beauty, Jenny didn't recover for a moment, and said casually: "But Xiao Hei said that I stayed by your side for nearly a year last time, it doesn't make sense..."

The second half of the unspoken words were swallowed by Sherlock's quiet eyes looking over through the protective glasses.

But it doesn't matter whether the second half is uttered or not, the slightly more important information is in the first half...

But in fact, the first half is not so important, because Sherlock himself has guessed seven or eight points.The remaining two or three points are stuck on one result.

Jenny seemed to like him, as anyone with eyes could tell, and he... didn't dislike her.So what happened in the end that both of them lost this memory?

Even Sherlock's super brain can't figure it out.

Jenny said she had a serious illness and forgot many things.Is her "disease" related to these things?

Sherlock's super brain couldn't figure it out either.

In fact, you can always get some clues about these things by asking Watson or Mrs. Hudson.Jenny didn't ask because she didn't want to.Otherwise, she would ask Xiao Hei and Tiger King about these things before coming, and I believe they know the most detailed.

And Sherlock doesn't ask...

He didn't ask, Jenny thought it was because he didn't know.Regarding the memory between them, he lost it more completely.She didn't think he would remember.

Of course, Sherlock didn't think of anything now.Just what his super brain found.

Jenny had never thought about it before, she was actually a cat who was easily content with the status quo.She has lived in an isolated forest for 500 years. Before Sherlock appeared, she never thought of leaving. She didn't even imagine what the world outside the forest was like, nor was she attracted.

Xiao Hei told her how her ancestors were respected in ancient Egypt. She sighed for a few seconds at the right time, and looking back, she was still happily living her little life.

She doesn't think much about the past, and she seldom thinks about the future. She only lives the present in a down-to-earth manner.

In this way, she is actually a very pragmatic cat.

Jenny thinks this should be regarded as an advantage and virtue, and she wants to continue to carry forward this advantage and virtue.So although sometimes when I am bored, I will be a little curious about the lost part of the memory, but it is not very curious.

She used to have Xiao Hei and Hu Da Wang in the forest, and she lived very contentedly.

Sherlock, Watson, and Mrs. Hudson are still content in this unfamiliar human world.

Jenny considers herself very lucky.

So she has always kept that trace of curiosity within a reasonable and safe range.

She wished the same for Sherlock.

She was sitting on the sofa, and he stood in front of the sofa, looking down at her for a long time with his eyes as calm as a deep pool.

Jenny also looked back at him nervously and cautiously, because the fire/gun in his hand was still burning with a "squeaky" sound, and she was a little worried that he would burn her hand.

After a while, he finally remembered to turn off the fire/gun.Jenny breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the expression on her face, Sherlock seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then understood something, and slightly pursed his thin lips.

When Jenny was in the woods before, Tiger King and Xiao Hei had never been soft when they made up lies, and they never blushed or breathed out when they told lies.But she just couldn't tell a lie to Sherlock, and she couldn't even bear to prevaricate.

So she finally spread her hands and said honestly to him: "You don't have to look at me like that, I don't really remember these things."

Sherlock took off the protective goggles, looked at her intently and nodded: "I know."

Jenny smiled, and sat upright cross-legged on the sofa, showing a very serious posture.

Sherlock pinched the temples of the goggles and looked down at her.Usually when this kind of smile appeared on her face, it was when she wanted to say something to him...love words.

Sure enough, Sherlock heard her clear and clear voice beating the maple forest in the next second.

"But according to Mrs. Hudson, we used to be a very loving couple."

Jenny deliberately put emphasis on the words "in love" and "lover".

Sherlock's deep gaze became even deeper.

Jenny continued, "I think we'll be, too."

Anyway, she has a thick skin and never blush when she says these words.

But Jenny wished he'd said, "I think so too," or, "You're right."

If he said that, she would probably be so happy that she would show her cat's tail.

But he didn't say anything.His mouth, which can always speak aggressive words quickly, was silent, and he just coughed lightly.

Jenny raised her head and stared at him intently.

Is this the first time she has said such love words to him?the third time?Or the fourth, fifth time...

Jenny counted in her heart, well, the number of times is actually not too many.But for some reason, a heavy feeling suddenly passed over her heart, as if she had tried so hard before, but she never got a response.

She felt a little tired for no reason.

Maybe Mrs. Hudson wasn't necessarily right about the fact that they had been a very loving couple before.

Negative emotions began to emerge, and Jenny told herself that this was wrong, but she couldn't help but think that it was because Sherlock had forgotten her.If it is someone who loves each other very much, how can you forget it?

Jenny is a cat.And it's a simple cat who doesn't know much about the world, with emotions written all over its face.The secrets that others have tried their best to hide and cover up cannot escape Sherlock's eyes, let alone a cat like her.

Sherlock felt Jenny's mood change almost immediately.

He frowned slightly, put down the chemicals in his hand, took off the protective gloves, then leaned over and took the computer out of her arms and threw it on the desk.

"You can stop whatever you're thinking in that little brain with limited IQ," Jenny heard him say, her voice still cold and calm, "We all know that it can't think of anything of value."

Jenny looked at him, and subconsciously wanted to refute, but she had to admit that she always thought about these questions and threw them aside, and really couldn't think of any results.

After two seconds, Jenny realized that Sherlock was comforting her.

The sourness and melancholy that had just gathered in my heart dissipated in an instant.

She really is a very satisfying cat.

But his comforting words are really euphemistic and peculiar, if she is not born smarter, it is not easy to hear.

Jenny was very happy to hear his comforting words, but she would be even happier if his comforting words were more affordable and implemented.

Jenny felt that her neurotic performance of shock, joy, and worry just now had a lot to do with her poor rest these days, and the reason why she didn't rest well was because Sherlock ruthlessly deprived her of sleeping with him at night. This "benefit" of sleeping in your arms.

Jenny imitated his tone and tactfully expressed her above views, and expressed her strong desire to regain her night "benefits".

Sherlock looked at her calmly for a long time, then said, "So, you're interested in what you call 'night benefits'?"

Jenny nodded vigorously.

"You want to re-take it back?"

Jenny nodded vigorously again.

Sherlock looked at her calmly for another moment.

Jenny wasn't sure if she saw a flash of a smile on his lips, as fast as a bolt of lightning.

"But it's my cat who is deprived of this 'night benefit', what does it have to do with you?"

Jenny blinked, then blinked again: "..."

Xiao Hei and Tiger King are on top, she forgot about her vest...

The author has something to say: Maomao, you can grow up...

Two chapters combined into one, doesn't it look fat? ...

Suddenly, I felt that it would be good not to restore my memory, if I could live in such a peaceful way, and some people would not come out to make trouble...

right, right~