Nearly 500 words, some research and a little editing. Some of the new words ~
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John set the bag of cat litter on the floor and his other bags on the kitchen table. “Managed re-provisioning without being spirited away in any black cars,” he said, rubbing his shoulder. “Wouldn’t have minded a lift, actually.”
“Have you contacted Mike?” Sherlock asked from the desk.
“Stopped by,” John said, taking a corked bottle from one of the bags and heading for the sitting room. “He hasn’t, although he has an appointment for after their holiday.” He placed the bottle near Sherlock’s elbow. “The kittens recognised me.”
“Early imprinting, very important,” Sherlock murmured.
“They’re so young, I thought they’d forget,” John continued. “You should see how happy Freud and Apgar are with the girls.”
“Hmm,” Sherlock said, opening a new tab and typing.
“Anna, not Sigmund, I was carefully informed,” John said. “At ten, I would probably have named a cat, Blackheath.”
“Your mother wasn’t a psychiatrist,” Sherlock said, scrolling down a list of search results.
“How do you know?” John teased.
“Once I had your birth certificate...” Sherlock began.
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John set the bag of cat litter on the floor and his other bags on the kitchen table. “Managed re-provisioning without being spirited away in any black cars,” he said, rubbing his shoulder. “Wouldn’t have minded a lift, actually.”
“Have you contacted Mike?” Sherlock asked from the desk.
“Stopped by,” John said, taking a corked bottle from one of the bags and heading for the sitting room. “He hasn’t, although he has an appointment for after their holiday.” He placed the bottle near Sherlock’s elbow. “The kittens recognised me.”
“Early imprinting, very important,” Sherlock murmured.
“They’re so young, I thought they’d forget,” John continued. “You should see how happy Freud and Apgar are with the girls.”
“Hmm,” Sherlock said, opening a new tab and typing.
“Anna, not Sigmund, I was carefully informed,” John said. “At ten, I would probably have named a cat, Blackheath.”
“Your mother wasn’t a psychiatrist,” Sherlock said, scrolling down a list of search results.
“How do you know?” John teased.
“Once I had your birth certificate...” Sherlock began.
John expelled a long breath. “Fine.”