The wind stirred her raised fur, a refreshing change from the scalding, still air of days before. Rough bark serves tiny paws, letting her climb higher and higher. A sturdy branch, well above rooftops and phone lines serves her well.
She settled there, her ears raised for a falcon's cry. Soon the cold days will come. Food would need gathering and the nest added to. But for now, she relaxed, feasting on the bitter sweetness of the last summer berries.