Sherlock was bored-plain and simple. He wasn't used to being alone most of the time and he wasn't sure if John was around. He hadn't seen his partner in a while. He wondered if his partner and friend was still around.
Yawning, Sherlock rolled over onto his back and stared up at the sky. He had taken a little trip outside for some fresh air and had ended up taking a nap by a big tree. He wondered if there was any other kitsusagi around other than the ones inside his human's house. There was at least over a dozen other kitsusagi living under one roof and he pondered if many shared a room.
Shaking his head, he let his mind wander as he tried to decide on what to do. "So bored," he muttered under his breath.