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Cat, the part two no one asked for ~ LXIV

You had arrived home with May asleep in your arms.

'So..now what?' Sherlock asked plonking himself in his chair and crossing his legs. You sat down on the couch, letting May slide gently onto your lap and shrugged.

'Order a load of cat food and stuff?' You suggested whilst you looked down at your new found family member. He lent over and got a laptop from under his chair and started scrolling on Amazon. A few hours later, the order was sent and was expected to come in one week.

'Yeah but she needs food now!' Sherlock ruffled his hair in anger as he slapped the laptop out of his lap and onto the floor. You shot him a look as he walked towards the door.

'Sorry, I'm off to get some cat food. I'll be back.' He walked towards you and the cat. 'Oh yes I will! I'll be back with your foodies! Oh yes I will!' He said in that tone and stroked her chin as she yawned. You chuckled whilst rolling your eyes.

'Said the man who didn't want the cat' You scoffed playfully. He chuckled as he stood up, eyes not leaving May.

'Yeah..well!' He smiled at her one last time before leaving to get her food. About half an hour later, you heard some low rustling coming from the hallway, followed by some grunts and sighs of exhaustion. You got up as May ran away from the scary noise and climbed a bookcase.

'Hmn?' You let out as you peered your head round the door. 'What the fu...' You trailed off as your eyes landed on Sherlock, who was laid on at least 4 bags of cat food that weighed 15kg each. He gave you a tired smile and pointed behind him.

'I've gotten like 50 tins of wet food, don't worry' He panted as he regained his focus on you. You just stood there in utter shock.

'Why- Why did you get so much..?' You muttered, eyes widened like a deer. He shrugged.

'You said to get a load!' He looked you dead in the eye.

'So you bought all of..' You waved your hands in the direction of the food. 'That?' Sherlock nodded profusely and attempted to push the rest of the food up. 'Bit too much innit?-'

'Can you help me sweetheart?' He asked, cutting you off.You sighed and rolled your eyes.

'Fine! But how much did you spend on it...' You asked as you picked up the top of a bag and Sherlock lifted the bottom. He bit his lip.

'Um..more than £5..' His eyes darted round nervously. You shot him a look. 'Fine! Erm..a little over £500..' He looked at you, only to get glared at again. 'God fine! £2500' He let out as you dropped the bag.

'YOU WHAT?!' You asked in disbelief. The bag dropped on Sherlocks foot who erupted in cries of pain. You had realised that you let go of the bag and immediately went to help. 'Oh god I'm sorry!' You chuckled. He rolled his eyes and got up.

'Your doing the others by yourself now.' He walked to the bathroom.

'Oh fuck you!' You shouted after him. He turned around with a smirk on his face.

'Go on then..' He shot back. Your face went pure red as you scrambled to the door.

'Um- I cant...Erm..food' You pointed to the door and darted out of it, leaving Sherlock giggling and May still on the bookcase.