Redtail Rise raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

For a young child, Saturday’s Sunset possessed ample patience. She did not bark, or whine, or cry… she simply waited. Like a statue, her body was rigid as she stayed alert for the slightest indication that the chipmunk might resurface through this exit. Her bat ears orbited like satellite dishes… listening.

Then, she heard something scurry underneath the earth! Saturday’s Sunset lodges her narrow face in the hole, as far as it would go, as her rump sticks up in the air for counterbalance, tail wagging excitedly.