Sherlock Imagines

Purrfect (SherlockxNeko!Reader)

Request; SherlockxNeko!Reader
Requested by; @_I_O_U__J_M_
Level; idk. I failed, miserably. I think I might come back to this general idea, though, when I've studied more on the subject matter. I've never wrote the reader being part cat, and I found it tricky, to say the least.
Warning, this is probably going to be both short and very bad, mainly because I wasn't very sure on how to do this... Sorry!
Also; I'm doing a contest this V-day! I've hidden a hecka ton of references all throughout these updates! PM me with as many as you can find!

Ah, lazy Sunday. A time to curl up on the sofa, and sleeeeeep. You whisked your h/c tail behind you, draping it over your chilling shoulder, your head laying down, chin propped on the armrest, with your eyes beginning to flutter closed. This was just the most perfect spot you could think of for a nap. The sun warmed the area, but the dust-covered windows made sure it was a nice warm, not a fire draped mess. You were just beginning to let your tiredness over take you, when...
BOOM!
The blast screamed from the kitchen, and you leapt off the crouch, landing painfully on your fluffy tail.
"OW!" You jumped once again, but this time kept it out of the equation. You glared towards the disruptment, finding Sherlock standing over yet another experiment.
"Sherlock!" You whined, "Its Sunday!" He rolled his eyes, putting his equipment back up, clearly already done. Straightening yourself out, and recollecting your center, you took a deep breath, slamming your eyes shut. Sherlock took this time to steal your perfect spot on the couch. When you turned to go back to your nap, you found him there, not doing anything in particular, just sitting, smirking at your annoyed expression. Even while he was sitting, and you were standing, he still managed to be a good two inches taller than you. Jerk.
"Sherlock, that's my napping spot." You folded your arms across your chest, eyes glaring mercilessly at him. He pretended not to hear you, examining a receipt from the table. Changing tactics, you climbed back onto the couch, slipping yourself onto his lap, nuzzling your head beneath his arm. He unconsciously began petting your hair, drawing small content noises from you. When he finally noticed this behavior, he was peeved that you'd managed to beat him. A malicious smirk pulled to his features, and his large hand pulled across your head again, forcibly folding down your ears. A hiss escaped you, which exchanged itself for a deadly glare to the "glamorous" detective. Deciding two could play at this game, you whipped him with your tail, a small crack snapping through the room. As he rubbed his sore red skin, mourning about how 'that actually hurt', you curled back up into your original position, tail standing guard as a threat. Rolling his eyes, he followed your lead and let you sleep, drifting to the land of dreams, himself. Aw, yes, Sundays truly were purrrrfect.