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Cat Problems

Summary:

Sherlock is tired of Toby hogging his pathologist every night.

Notes:

Just a short drabble of a scenario that made me smile.

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Molly woke up before Sherlock. It took a moment to untangle herself from him—the man can cuddle— and was on her way to brew a fresh pot of coffee when she nearly stumbled over a fuzzy body by the doorstep. Looking down she realized it was Toby… and he wasn't moving.

"Sherlock!" she screeched.

"Mmm-what?" Sherlock stirred awake.

"What did you do to my cat?!"

He got up briefly to squint at the commotion. "Oh," he said, falling back on the bed. "I put a little catnip by the door yesterday so he wouldn't worm his way in here."

"A little!?" She couldn't hide the hint of hysteria in her voice. "He's out cold on his back!"

"Hmmm" he mumbled into his pillow, "I'll adjust the quantity next time."

"Next time" she repeated incredulously. After ensuring he was still breathing, Molly stepped over them and got breakfast ready, muttering as she stabbed Sherlock's eggs vindictively.