Lucinda Louise (aka Lucy) spends most of her days outside. It's where she prefers to be on all but the coldest and hottest days.
A few days ago we had massive storms roll through, and I made Lucinda come inside. She wasn't happy about it and sat at the door almost the whole time. The backyard is her domain, and she guards it well. She tolerates the birds (mostly), but the squirrels? Oh no. Game on. She's caught and killed at least two in the last year.
The squirrels were in heaven that they had a Lucy-free day in the backyard. They frolicked around the tree -- Lucy's tree, in full view of the back door -- and it drove Lucy mad. Can you see the pure hatred in her gaze?
I think the squirrels were taunting her.