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Henry stopped as Moira stood before him. She was interesting looking. She had a exotic aura that was new to him, but then again Henry was not really a people person. He had helped at the animal clinic a lot of the time, so didn't see many young women his own age. She looked about the same age as him, but he had heard that girls mature faster than boys. He smiled as he saw the cats.

"Either you are Moira, or there are a lot of people running around the streets at the moment." After saying that he stepped closer. "What are their names?" he said. He heard flapping as Sherlock and Watson landed on his shoulders. They knew the risk of cats but they weren't scared of them either, having been surrounded by numerous cats and other animals that wish to bop them with their paws.

"Is it bad luck if a black cat follows you?" asked Sherlock.
"That depends on whether you're a man or a mouse." replied Watson.

"If a cat is a flabby tabby, then what is a very small cat?" asked Watson
"An itty bitty kitty." answered Sherlock.

Henry offered the back of his hands to be smelt so that the cats wouldn't get nervous.
"These two are Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson," he shifted his shoulders accordingly to show which was which. He stood up as he suddenly remembered about the other voice. "Oh geez, what about that other voice? It sounded like it came from where you were. Let's get back there and find the person."