Five Of Mice and Consulting Detectives
VI
“Yes, I know it’s a kitten, John. But save the hysterics for something else. It wasn’t as if I vivisected it. It was dead when I found it. I needed to know how it died for a case. I conducted a necropsy. It’s a perfectly…”
“It doesn’t matter. They’re living beings, Sherlock. And they’re quite cute. See that this never happens again.”
Sherlock glared at John and muttered, “Cute, are they?” under his breath, before typing something into his phone.
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“Sean! Wake up!”
Sean shot up and grabbed Ben’s paw. “Ben! I had the most terrible dream! There were cats! Hundreds of cats! John yelled at Sherlock after he dissected that cat this morning, so Sherlock bought every kitten he could find. They tried to… Oh! It was horrible!”
Ben shoved his paw away. “Don’t be an idiot, Sean. You know they both hate cats.”
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