poor critters

I was taking the puppy out for a short walk, and heard a loud meowing from down the street. It's a fluffy black kitten, sitting by one of the trees in the median. Poor thing. But I've learned my lesson. No more rescuing poor little critters. Especially not when they aren't even wailing at me from within my own yard.

Hmm. And at least the puppy might scare this one away from the notion of wandering into my yard.