Well, I had to work today and when I got home, my husband had quite the tale to tell. I guess he went outside, and Casey came running up to him with a dead squirrel in her mouth. He isn't sure if she killed it or found it, but she would not give it up. He said it was as if she thought it was a squeak toy. She kept chomping on it to get it to make noise and couldn't figure out why it didn't. Sorry I know it's gross. Anyway she wouldn't give it up until he came out with treats. I guess they were better than a non squeaking squirrel. I am just glad he got to dispose of it and not me. I hope she has decided this to be her last and final conquest. By the way, Hunter could not have cared any less about this squirrel.