Who: Sherlock Holmes and Mr. Cheshire E. Cat What: Cheshire needs to be fed and have some flea treatment. Where: Sherlock and John's four bedroom apartment. When: Backdated to Monday afternoon. Rating: Moderate. Sherlock isn't gentle. Status: Closed, on-going
Sherlock's adventure into the wide world of the island and been, thus far, very successful. He had managed to maintain several conversations as well as picking up provisions and seeking the cow he had heard rumour of. It was a lot more multi-tasky than he had been before in his life. He had wanted to lure the cow home, but that was going to prove a little bit difficult without anything to keep it at home. Plus, he reasoned, he could go back and get it at another point. Cows weren't particularly known for their nomadic skills. And he had promised Cheshire some grooming. And since Cheshire was both sentient (certainly more so than bovine) and could speak, Sherlock prioritised him.
Surprisingly, flea treatment had been easy enough to get his hands on. He hadn't de-flea'd anyone since his cats when he was a little boy, and that had, as he'd said, involved shampooing and showering. This time, though, it would be more simple. Though he had no doubt he would be a little bit distracted by having a cat that was also a human that was also a cat- It was fascinating.
He picked up something resembling cat food, too. Well, it was a tin of fish and then, just in case, a tin of corned beef. If Cheshire hadn't eaten for a while he might not mind either of those, until Sherlock could get some more details out of him as to what he liked.
And he saw no reason to find it odd.
John would no doubt find it odd, but he was used to Sherlock's behaviour by now, surely?
Regardless, he set himself up in the lounge with his pet grooming implements and two different canned meats. This was certainly one of the most interesting things he'd done of late...