Ozzie almost caught a squirrel last night. I let out a blood-curdling scream and he backed off. I fear if he does catch one, the squirrel will win. Ozzie thinks he's a big bad hunter, but he's really just a cream puff. Maggie May was watching from the porch and when he came in she put her arm around him and bit him on the neck. I think she was telling him "stop being such an idiot, but I'm glad you're alright." I swear, Ozzie is going to be the death of me yet.