John looked at Martha, and chuckled. “You know, you are the second cat to show up in my flat this week. I suppose that your owner is going to be looking for you, until then I should keep you here. Sherlock II would probably like some company. Now, what should I call you though? Hmm, Rose is a nice name, I will call you that.”
“My name is not Rose! My name is Martha! Rose is an entirely different person,” Meowed Martha to no avail. This man clearly did not understand or know what was going on. And who was Sherlock II anyways, she wondered. That is, until a curly black cat came padding into the room to see what all the fuss was about.
“Oh, John got another cat, I would say hi but then again every cat I have encountered since does not seem to get what I am saying, merely focused on food or sleep or petty distractions.” The cat named Sherlock meowed.
“Excuse me? I wasn’t just bought at a pet store! I ended up here, not even meant to be a cat. One moment I am picking up this strange silver object and the next I am waking up on this man’s face as a cat! It is quite disorientating, especially since I was supposed to meet the Doctor back at the TARDIS a while ago. He must be worried.” Meowed Martha to the other cat.
“Oh, another human then. I see, the same thing must have happened to you as which happened to me. You name is not Rose, it is Martha. Now, if I knew how to read a cat the way I could a human I would be able to know much more.”
“What do you mean “read cats” and “like I could a human”? People are not just books you can read, all a person can see is the cover, they have to slowly get to know the person to learn the insides.”
“Maybe for you, but even now I am able to tell that you were in training to be a doctor, that you are an adventurer though, and that you are waiting for someone, maybe something, to find you. By the way you talk, the way you sit, and twitch.”
“Yeah, well maybe you should tune it down a bit sir, people are not quite fond of others being able to tell them their own life story without anything previous to go on.”
At which point John interrupted, “You two are acting as though you are having a row! Maybe I should keep you separate, but I have heard that is a bad idea, doesn’t let you get used to each other.”
Sherlock laughed, which came out as a purr and trotted over to John’s bed, climbing onto it. “By the way, he is mine, my blogger, John Watson. Do not touch him.”
“Wasn’t planning on doing so, I have my Doctor, you have your blogger.”
John however had other plans. “Sherlock, I do hope you don’t mind, but I think Rose here would like to sleep here.” Said he as he picked Martha up, quite against her will, and set her down on his bed. Martha gave up after the third attempt to get away from him, and Sherlock in retaliation curled up on John’s chest.
