It seems karma is a little bit of a bitch.
Centz stopped by to drop off my car this morning, and we were both startled to hear a rather loud echo-ey meowing from somewhere near my front door. She headed off, I continued to get ready and then left for work, hearing no phantom meowing on my way out and no sign of any cat.
Fast forward to this evening, as Lucifer's Heaven and I lugged our groceries home, the meowing starts up again!
Turns out that the shy black-and-white cat we had been catching sight of off and on for the two years we've been living here had decided to go get itself stuck under the enclosed concrete stairs that lead up to our front door and the carpark of our building.
So we continued up the stairs over mournfully meowing kitty, dumped the groceries and came back down to lever up the slabs of concrete making up the steps until there was space enough for Luci to reach down and lift the silly thing up. It spent the next ten minutes covering my black work pants in white cat fur and concrete dust in its gratitude.
Then it tried to come into our house.
It tried to claw its way through our freaking door.
The sound of its meowing keeps disappearing into the distance only to resound again minutes later RIGHT OUTSIDE OUR DOOR.
...I think we made a friend