Blind, forgotten...and fluffy

We found this poor fellow face-down in the rain-gutter at Malcolm X Park on Saturday. With a little encouragement, he found the strength to sit upright and endure some questioning. We thought we were making real progress, but the mood changed suddenly; his features clouded, and he sank into his own private, dark inertia once again.

We can't save them all, but we persevere, though it breaks our hearts to see the forgotten ones fall like this...