Vegas and sister, Juicy, just about had a conniption fit this evening at the screen door. Upon letting them out in the backyard they scrambled as fast as their feet would carry them to the grape arbor. Presumably we were hunting squirrels. The irony of this squirrel incident is that she was nearly possessed with drive to get it, circling, jumping, and running around, whining at me as if I could help for more than 10 minutes. Of course I brought out the camera.