“Now aren’t you a pretty little kitty.” Isa smiled, lifting the cat onto her lap and rubbing it’s head  She’d always wanted a cat but had never quite settled enough to adopt one. Maybe now was the time. Her first real commitment here in Denver. A pet. “Do you want a good scratch?” She scratched the cat’s head before realising that someone had been looking over at her as she had been asking the question. “Oh! Gosh! Sorry, no... i meant this little fella.” She lifted the cat, her cheeks turned red with embarrassment. “I mean unless you’ve got a really bad itch that’s got to be scratched in which case....” She paused, closing her eyes. “I’m going to stop talking and just pray that this ground opens up and swallows me whole. Sorry.”  She coughed. “I mean this is a really pretty cat. Isn’t it?” She held up the  ginger tabby.