Literature

A Cat's Whisker Away

Sherlock stretched a paw lazily, his claws catching on the silken pillow. Sherlock was not usually one for sleeping all day; usually he was out exploring the world. He was of Havana brown origin, but for some weird reason he had sleek black fur. The vets thought it was due to a rare genetic mutation.

'There goes John again, meowing his little ears off.'

John was a small Siamese cat, and was a loud little cat, and always trying to talk to everyone. But he was also vicious, and if he was human would be an excellent soldier. John and Sherlock were two cats that would not normally get along, but somehow they got along, and if any cat tried to hurt the other, one would fiercely defend their friend. Sherlock looks around and sees the meowing John on the chair in front of the fire. He then flicks his tail in his brother Mycroft's face, and Mycroft quickly responds by biting his tail. Mycroft was a pure bred Havana brown, like his brother. He was however a stodgy cat and disliked mo