sherlock cat

Although Driss's words were not exaggerated enough to make Jenny feel a sense of enlightenment when her doubts disappeared, but apart from the last sentence, Jenny felt that most of what he said was very reasonable.

All human misunderstandings originate from their own wild guesses.

Jenny thought Derris probably meant "people."Whether it is "human beings" or "people", this sentence makes sense.Jenny approves of this.

Not only people, but also their monsters.

But recognition is one thing, and doing it is another.

In the past, Jenny has always had the cheek to think that she is very righteous and careless, but a very majestic monster.

It was only after a few days of hard work that I realized that I was actually a narrow-minded and very narrow-minded petty demon.

She knew what Driss said was right, but she didn't want to just ask Sherlock just like that, she cautiously hoped that Sherlock would come to her first.

Counting last night, she hadn't been with him for a day and a night.They haven't been apart for this long since she found him.She misses him very much.

Jenny looked around and recognized that she was in the East End of London.

She found a secluded alley and returned to her original shape, stepping on the hard asphalt road with her fleshy four paws and walking back.

The slanting afterglow dragged her cat shadow behind her.Jenny dejectedly felt that her image was somewhat sad.

After turning a few streets and walking for a short distance, a voice came from my ear saying, "Whose stray cat is this?"

Jenny thought sadly, if she left home for a day, would she have been reduced to a wild cat in the eyes of others?

Lifting the listless cat's head and looking, it was a homeless man sitting against the wall who was talking.Jenny recognized that it was the old homeless Pip who often served as Sherlock's informant.

Jenny probed and found that old Pip's business ability was not good at all, and there were only a few pitiful coins lying in the tattered begging bowl.In an instant, there was a sense of desolation that he was also a fallen person in the end of the world.

Jenny sighed silently. Seeing that it was still early, she raised her paw and walked over, curling up on the hard ground next to Old Pip.

Old Pip looked at her with drooping eyelids, and evened out some of the pads under his hips for her.

Jenny was not polite, she stood up, moved, and moved herself to the soft cushion to curl up again.

Sherlock found Jenny at the begging stall of the old tramp Pip.

The sun was setting, and in the colorful and magnificent sunset, half of Jenny was basking in the slanting sun, squinting her eyes, lying lazily beside old Pip, and would give a symbolic cry when someone walked by.

Pedestrians were stumbled by her weak "meow", and after dropping the money, old Pip sincerely said "thank you".

One person and one cat cooperate very well.

As Sherlock watched for a short while, old Pip's begging bowl was buried under the banknotes.

Sherlock didn't approach right away, but stood across the street looking at her.Her smooth, beautiful fur was dusty and dusty.But she is still a beautiful cat, pedestrians on the street stop because of her.

Jenny strictly adheres to the principle of "performing art and not selling herself". Pedestrians give money and return money, and they are definitely not allowed to touch.

As long as someone gets too close, she will immediately wake up and open her eyes. A pair of light green cat pupils will stare at the other party, and as soon as the other party makes a slight move, she will let out a "meow" to remind the human beings in front of me to be more reserved. , I don't know that her appearance makes people want to touch and masturbate.

Some young people who really love cats took out food and put it in front of her, hoping that she would relax her vigilance.Jenny had the backbone to not look at it.

Sherlock thought that human beings are naive, so they always think of them as naive as animals. In fact, animals are much more principled than humans.For example, Jenny doesn't eat all the food given by anyone, nor does she eat all the food, she is very picky eater.She only ate fish and chips on Marylebone Road, and she only liked to drink milk, and she wanted it hot, with two spoonfuls of sugar.

Jenny and old Pip decided to call it a day when the sun had completely set in the sky and there was only a rosy line left.

"It seems that we cooperate well!" Old Pip said to his best partner, counting a thick stack of banknotes.

After counting the money, old Pip went to the corner and bought a hamburger, and brought Jenny a fried fish.

Jenny took the cat's nose and sniffed it, but didn't eat it.

Old Pip looked at the delicious fried fish, then at Jenny: "Who are you a lost cat?" He scanned her neck, "But there is no cat card. How about following me from now on?" "

Jenny said in her heart, although you are very discerning, I already have the Lord.

A tall shadow suddenly came over, blocking the last ray of sunlight in the sky, and covering her head.

"This is my cat."

Said the shadow covering her.

Old Pip raised his head, his voice slightly surprised: "Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock nodded, and looked down at Jenny, who stood there completely motionless and did not look up.Sherlock saw the ears of the two cats he petted so often droop.

Jenny stretched out her paw, pushed back the fried fish in front of her to old Pip, and patted the cushion he gave her with her paw, as a farewell, then turned and left.

Immediately afterwards, Pip, the old tramp, saw a miraculous scene. An Egyptian cat walked in front "highly" and the detective Sherlock Holmes with long legs followed closely behind.

Old Pip opened his mouth in surprise and didn't close it for a long time.

Now, who is the pet and who is the owner?

The question of who is the pet and who is the owner is yet to be debated, but Jenny who turned and walked away did not have the "high-spirited" attitude that old Pip said at all. She felt that "disgraced" might be more suitable for herself at this time.

Jenny didn't go back to Baker Street immediately, but turned to the zoo.

She thought, this is her territory after all, if they can't reach an agreement, at least she won't be kicked out, maybe she can drive him out.Although Jenny knew that she would never drive him away.

She walked all the way to the woods behind the zoo, subconsciously walked towards the tree house, and stopped halfway to recover.

Going to the tree house now, I always feel a little touched by the scene.

She turned around and glanced at Sherlock who had been following her.

In fact, she was already a little happy when he came to her.But along the way, they didn't say a word, and while she was happy, she felt a little sad.

In the past, as long as she was with him, she would always have endless things to say, unless he got annoyed and told her to shut up.Even if he told her to shut up coldly, she wasn't angry because she knew he didn't really bother her.

She never imagined that one day she and Sherlock would face such an awkward silence.

Driss is right, she can't keep thinking like this, Sherlock is in front of her at this moment, and she can ask him any questions she has.

Thinking of this, Jenny picked up a tree at random, jumped up to it, and squatted on a tree trunk.

She raised her head and looked up to the sky, and there were already a few cold stars in the slowly darkening night sky, but they were shrouded in hazy mist and couldn't be seen clearly.

Jenny squinted her eyes for a while, and superstitiously decided that this was not a good omen, and it was not a good time to resolve differences.

About as long as she and Sherlock have disagreements, there's never a good time.

Jenny looked back silently.

When she stood tall, she realized that Sherlock was not wearing his blue scarf when he went out.

Even though it was early spring, after the sun went down, the cold air that was refusing to leave the tail of winter came out again to make trouble.

Jenny recalled how Xiao Hei used the magic that made their entire forest like spring all the year round.Although her cultivation is not good enough and the coverage of spells cannot be as wide as that of Xiao Hei, it is still possible to make the one-third of an acre of land where they are at the moment warmer, and by the way brighten the darkened sun.

After busy preparations, Jenny saw Sherlock standing under the tree and staring up at him.

After all, it was early spring, and the forest that had been bare the last time they came was already showing a little bit of greenery at this moment, and it only needed to wait for the warm wind that completely faded the chill to blow a few more times, and the greenery would bloom vigorously.

Jenny squatted on the branch, but the light green cat pupils staggered his gaze and stared at the toes of his shoes.

"I saw that video."

When she really spoke, Jenny calmed down instead.She's not exactly boasting when she says she's a brave cat, it's just that sometimes it's not so obvious.

In the warm evening wind that was filtered out by the spell, Sherlock gave a soft "hmm".

Jenny said, "I asked you if you wanted to save her, and you said yes."

This time Sherlock looked at her and said nothing.Because what Jenny stated was the truth.

"Is she important to you?"

"unimportant."

"you like her?"

"do not like."

Sherlock answered both questions without hesitation, and the expression on Jenny's face improved a little.

"Then why did you save her?"

After a few seconds of pause, Sherlock said, "Because she's the only woman who ever beat me."

Jenny wrinkled her cat's nose in dissatisfaction, and her narrow-mindedness flared up again. She didn't like Sherlock's use of the word "only" to other women.

Jenny raised her paw, and a spell was thrown out, heading towards him.

Sherlock stood motionless.

The attack landed behind him, and a mulberry tree as thick as a bowl snapped.

"I can beat you too." Jenny pursed her lips.

I can beat you too, but I just can't bear it.

Sherlock nodded: "Well, you are better than her."

Jenny jumped down from the tree and transformed into a human form as she lightly landed on the ground.

Jenny was so unaware of her beauty that she didn't realize how shockingly beautiful she was when she fell to the ground like this.

She asked bluntly, "Then do you like me?"

Jenny didn't go over, but stood under the tree, looking at him from a distance.

Sherlock had been looking at her for a long time, and Jenny had been waiting for him for a long time.

A grassy breeze blew through the treetops, their cheeks and their hair.

"I never thought of liking anyone," Jenny heard his voice as cool as a stream in the forest say a long time later, "I believe that the feelings between people are stupid and useless. Reason has no use other than restraining people's behavior."

Jenny lowered her head, she felt that the wind blowing on her body was a bit cooler.I don't know if there is something wrong with the spell taught by Xiao Hei, but it is like spring all the year round, she is obviously as cold as falling into a winter ice river.

In fact, it’s nothing, Tiger King said that it’s normal and common to lose love in the human world. Ordinary people don’t lose love for a hundred or eighty times, and they are embarrassed to go out to meet people.

But she always thought that Sherlock liked her, he was so kind to her, and even only so kind to her.

Sure enough, did she know too little about humans?

It turns out that among humans, don't they like this kind of behavior?

Jenny raised her head, wanting to tell him that there is no need to go on, she already understood.But when he saw his familiar face, he wanted to ask him again, if she worked harder, would it be possible for him to like her a little bit.

Xiao Hei always said that she was worthless. She was not convinced in the past, but now she knows that she is indeed worthless.

Jenny felt her nose was a little sore, her eye sockets gradually became moist, and her vision became blurred.

Don't cry, Jenny.Otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

He seemed to say something more, and Jenny listened blankly.

"From a philosophical point of view, the relationship between a man and a woman is just the instinct of human life and reproduction, and it is the confusion of the individual caused by the will of race or the will to survive in order to achieve the purpose of continuation..."

Jenny froze for a moment, and wanted to laugh a little, but her nasal cavity became even more sour.

He vaguely heard him calling her name.

Jenny raised her head and looked at him with watery eyes.

The blooming green leaves cut the sunlight she had transformed into countless strands, some of which fell into his eyes, making the depths of his gray eyes seem to pulsate with light.

Jenny heard him say: "All these thoughts rooted in my brain have not changed until now. But—" he stared at her with pulsating pupils, "But, Jenny, you are out of my mind. All existence beyond the control of reason is like a black hole in the universe, because the gravitational force is too strong, all matter cannot escape, and all known scientific theories are automatically invalid. So, do I like you?"

He shook his head slightly: "No, liking is too superficial. I love you, Jenny. In the past, present, and future, you are the only one I love."

Jenny stared at him blankly.

After a long while, Jenny thought to herself, why did she think that he couldn't talk about love before.His love words are obviously better than hers.His deep voice is also nice.

The author has something to say: what can I do, begging No.1 cat, haha~~

Feel my desire to survive?I know you can't see cats suffering, so I immediately arranged a wave of confession, so put down the knives in your hands, calm down.