There's a teeny black cat hanging around the gym's parking lot. It's a busy lot; people drive all willy nilly. I worry. Anyway, wee black kitty will meow piteously, but if you try to approach she runs away. I've seen her sniffing around the dumpster, trying to find some food. Of course I've started carrying kitty treats in my car that I might tempt her close enough to get my hands on her. The Humane Society (a no-kill, by the way) is right next door. If I manage to pop the little cat into a carrier, I can take her right over to the shelter.
To that end, I spent twenty five minutes this evening sitting on cold pavement as little kitty crept closer and closer. She finally came near enough to eat some treats, but any time I so much as moved an elbow she jumped back a few feet. By the time I grew too cold to stay outside any longer, she'd actually sniffed my knee and my (unmoving) fingers. Still no contact, but if I can build a rapport with her, it'll come.
I just hope she doesn't get hit by a car before then.
she looks so like Zinda it hurts my heart