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.
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.
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