“Devil in a white coat; That’s what you are, Coco,” I scolded her playfully. “You could have been better to that poor Shepherd.”
She lifted her chin as if she were “Harumph-ing” me.
“Don’t get cocky, lil’ lady; Don’t forget who’s holding the lead,” I reminded her. Coco barked playfully and wagged her tail. I patted her on the head.
“Good girl,” I laughed.
Suddenly, Coco froze; Her elegant, foxy head was poised in the air, nose sucking in a scent only she could smell. I turned to see what she was looking at and I gasped.
It was an injured kitten.
Lucky for me my dog has a soft spot for cats.
We both rushed over, Coco as eager as me to check out what was happening.
The kitten was bleeding; It looked like it had been bitten—No, bitten is too modest. Mauled is more like it.
His ear was torn and his chest was bloody; He had wonderful gray fur with black stripes, but it was all tarnished.
But he was still breathing, and steadily, thankfully.

I took my jacket off and wrapped the kitten in it.
Wallet?
Vet.