Redtail Rise raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

Summer’s intensity was fading. The day’s temperature became comfortable and Saturday’s Sunset took full advantage of the fair weather. This morning she had snacked on wild blueberries until her belly was full and her lips were stained purple.

She was headed back to the rendezvous site when a feisty chipmunk crossed her path. Sunset gave chase and ran the critter back to its hole. She shoved her snout down the burrow.

Come and play, little chippy! The spirit called.

Meanwhile, Saturday salivated at the idea of a plump little snack.