Stray Cat

Stray orange cat.
The third for the neighbor lady in the past few months. 
The first got run over, the second just (?) and the third,
well, I guess we'll see. 
It's dark, dangerous time for unattached pussy.
The Y is closing, and like a stray red head at last call, she's on the prowl.
Looking for someone to take her home. 
She tentatively approaches those leaving, interested but not begging.
Some show interest, but ultimately decline.
You never know what a stray might have.
Finally a young woman picks the cat up, checks for a tag, and petting her gently puts it in her car.
The next day the neighbor lady will be distraught.
Again.
She'll ask me if I'd seen Orangy or Creamcicle, or whatever name she'd given it.
And I won't say anything.