Sherlock, John, and Bill; John and Sherlock's flat; 17 July early morning
Sherlock is on the sofa with Murphy on his lap, very deliberately ignoring the occasional outburst from John. He can't do that. Well, obviously he can, because he did. It's not right. Debatable. The cat wasn't his to take. Well, it wasn't Mary's either.
It's easy to ignore the reprimands with a purring ball of fluff on his lap.
It's easy to ignore the reprimands with a purring ball of fluff on his lap.