Room 604, Arms Hotel - Monday Morning
Having spent far too much time trapped as an unknown species of cat*, Sherlock was expressing his anger the only way he could. By savaging one of John's dirty jumpers.
Savaging was possibly too harsh a word for it, though. It only lasted a few minutes before the urge to curl up on it became too strong to resist. Damn this urge to pass out on clothing! It was worse than sunbeams!
*If only because every attempt at looking in the mirror ended in hissing and making oneself look larger to attack that other cat...
[[For that guy]]
Savaging was possibly too harsh a word for it, though. It only lasted a few minutes before the urge to curl up on it became too strong to resist. Damn this urge to pass out on clothing! It was worse than sunbeams!
*If only because every attempt at looking in the mirror ended in hissing and making oneself look larger to attack that other cat...
[[For that guy]]