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She returns the squeeze, keeping up with his pace. “When did you get them? How did you get them?”
”Inside first, I can hear them.” He unlocked the door and gently pushed the door open, watching the two fluffballs run in the direction of the kitchen. Leading Irene inside he smiled a little more.
“I’ve had Priscilla for quite some time, she shouldn’t still be a kitten but she’s still quite small. Bastian I found walking home one night. Gave his little brother away to a friend.”
She quickly slipped in after him. She watched the two, what she believed(there was more fur and less animal), to be the kittens run towards the kitchen. “They’re adorable~” She took a step towards a kitchen, but stopped. She had never been sure of taking the lead when she was some place new…like someone’s home.
He led her inside the kitchen, just as the darker kitten with less fur (if you could believe it) was climbing onto the counter, it’s tail flicking and going in a hard 360 degree rotation to keep itself up. Sherlock caught the little thing before it could fall, setting it back on the floor.
“The prize is up here.” He opened the bag of catfood he had set ontop of the counter, across from the coffee maker. “They chew the bag open if I leave it down there.” He took empty dishes - to which the balls of fluff batted at his hands and mewled loudly. After refilling them with food and water he set them down. The air, once silent, was now filled with the sound of little crunching. It looked normal to the detective as he kept a neutral face.
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