troy is by no means a cat person — much preferring dogs to humans at the best of times — but being around the felines makes him feel a little closer to home. the amount of times his father would refuse his mother a cat was unbelievable, especially when they already had two dogs; but she would always bring back a fluff ball that needed caring for despite him. in the end, all troy’s father could do was sigh, and accept they would have two dogs and three cats ( two of which hardly came home after a while ). now, he sits in frisky kitty cafe thinking of old times, sipping on warm coffee with his work laptop open.
it takes some effort for troy not to laugh, or at least snicker as he makes eye contact at the wrong time. “ i mean, ” he pauses, setting down his coffee. “ a good back scratch would be nice. sounds a lot better than letting the ground take you hostage. ” of course, he cannot help but make light of the situation. even if he has a deadpan expression and only his blue eyes glimmer with humour. troy cracks ever so slightly with the faintest of grins, and he shifts in his seat to face her. “ yeah, pretty. always found ginger cats to be the best out of the bunch. a bit wild, but always beautiful in nature. ”
Isa briefly covered her face with her hands, shaking her head. “I don’t know. No one would ever have to see me again that way.” She sighed, sitting back down in the chair. She was grateful when the stranger changed the subject and gave her some respite from her own thoughts.
“Ah well, i say that about all red heads.” She joked, rubbing the kitten’s belly again. “honestly i’m a first time pet owner... I have no idea what i’m looking for or at. Just could do with the company.”
