mewing

I have heard the mewing. I go down. No cat

I go back in. Upstairs, the mewing comes back again.

Breathing.

Asking for help.

The mewing returns.
I go out, see it, pet it.

Woman across the way smiles.
"You've got a friend."
She tells me it's been around a while and sometimes the cats get fed in the parking lot.
"Looks like it should be someone's cat. It's a pretty cat," she says.

I go in. When I look out the window, the cat is going over to the woman's porch. Not mewing anymore for now.