Becoming Professor Moriarty’s Probability

“Ki-Kitty…” "Meow..."

Feeling the abrupt chill that permeated the room, Gia Lestrade slipped out under the pretext of needing to use the washroom.

"You should have chosen one of them, not me..."

Taking a moment to catch her breath, she whispered to the cat cradled against her chest in a hushed tone.

"Weren't you being raised by one of them? Why did you choose me?"

"Mreowww..."

Of course, the cat hadn’t made the choice at all. Although the small feline wanted to express its displeasure and protest, only cattish noises spilt out of its mouth; a sullen look washed over the little feline as a result.

"... Hmm."

Seeing the vulnerable, almost pitiful, look that the adorable kitten showed, Lestrade’s heart began to weaken.