Redhawk Caldera of fine little friends you have made

If patience were liquid, he only had enough to fill a small cup, at least when it came to matters such as these, and that was being generous. If nothing else, that cup was full of holes and prone to sprouting more without warning. That he had managed to sit beside his mournful brother for more than five minutes was impressive, that he managed an additional ten or so was somewhat miraculous. But by then, that cup was bone dry, and his flattened ears and scowl were threatening to become permanent.

His brother got up, and Ferret sprang to his paws. Finally! ...but down went Peter again. Ferret sucked in a breath and expelled it in a great huff. That was enough of that. He scooted over to his brother and hiked a leg. His littermate was going to get the heck up and move or he was going to get pissed on, and with that, the bandit let loose a stream of urine, on course to soak Peter if Peter didn't move.