The Queen of your Mind Palace

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The Woman

Sherlock behind the scenes

Laszlo Kreizler and Karen Stratton

His deduction was spot on, of course. Brilliant. Yet this time, not unparalleled. John considered informing the great Sherlock Holmes that he had been beaten to it, nearly word for word, by someone many, many years his junior.

It was rather an interesting encounter, to say the least. John was stopping by Baker Street Station on his way back, to pick up a copy of the Evening Standard, when the small boy who’d been standing next to the stack of newspapers spoke suddenly, politely, in a tone that made it clear he was only kindly pointing out a few overlooked facts for John’s benefit.

The youngster could not have been that much older than Ro, and his accent slightly American, yet John – the part of him that wasn’t too busy being distinctly impressed – found it almost comical, how much he was reminded of a certain other clever-and-knows-it sod in his acquaintance. Though thinking about it, the diplomatic air this boy seemed to practise closer resembled another Holmes instead.

John did not get a chance to respond in any meaningful way before a smooth voice made its way to their ears, and the boy turned at the call of his name – John presumed. Possibly Noel or something similar, he did not recall. Reluctantly the boy took his mother’s outstretched hand and was led away from the station and into the busy street, though not before looking over his shoulder once more, at John.

John remembered smiling back.

He took another glance at his best friend, still busy tweeting, or texting, whichever it was, and went to put the kettle on.

He decided not to share his encounter from earlier in the afternoon after all. Perhaps it was because of the final flicker of boyish smugness he’d seen on the fresh-faced youngster, the same brand of expression that Sherlock still let show from time to time after being particularly clever. Or perhaps because, somehow, he was certain they would meet the tiny detective again. The precocious boy with the unusual name. Some day.

you have long cat (serval)

ear cat (sand cat)

small evil cat (black footed cat)

spherical cat (pallas cat)

cat who probably watches makeup tutorials on youtube (caracal)

very round cat (leopardus guigna)

water cat (fishing cat)

cat with socks (leopardus colocolo)

grayscale cat (geoffroy’s cat)

and let’s not forget revolver cat (ocelot)

Are You 100% Sure This Isn’t A Lemur (flat-headed cat)

That’s A Fucking Stoat (Jaguarundi)

Foot Fetish (canadian lynx)

(OK I’M SORRY FOR THAT ONE BUT JESUS JUST LOOK AT IT.)

and I move that my favorite, spherical cat, should be renamed Redonkasaurus Rex immediately (pallas cat)

how could yall forget

Tinie Babey aka smallest cat species (rusty spotted cat - Prionailurus rubiginosus)

Get That Cat A Modeling Contract (asiatic golden cat - Pardofelis temminckii)

Tater Tot Spots (andean mountain cat - Leopardus jacobita)

Smaller, More Alien-looking Ocelot (margay - Leopardus wiedii)

and finally I’m Pretty Sure That’s The Love Child of a Snow Leopard and a Clouded Leopard (marbled cat - Pardofelis marmorata)