This little guy frequently raids the bird feeder, but gosh, he's cute. We don't have a lot of squirrels around since we've done some clearing and lost so many pines to beetle kill, so I don't mind having him (her?) around. He devotes most of the time he spends hanging out around the woodshed to tormenting Molly and Lucy. Molly's not the best hunter yet, but she's starting to bring some dead mice home. We once had a cat (Abigail, who was also black, and had a horrid wailing voice) who left a squirrel tail on the back doormat every morning for weeks.