I like it when I can meet my neighbors

Waiting for the bus, in the rain, at Porter with a very full heavy backback. Four 77s to the N. Cambridge carhouse pass by in a bunch, and we get to grumbling -- the other woman at the bus stop & myself. (The third young woman is apparently going somewhere in Cambridge, and the short-route is fine for her.)
We start talking big about the possibility of a taxi -- she's very cold and I'm bearing groceries, neither of us want to walk although we might've been faster than the bus -- and discover that we both live on the same street!

So, her name is Liz. That orange & white friendly cat that used to try and come in for a visit all the time was hers.