I've explained why one might be tempted to hunt down and kill a few of their friends the squirrels, but since both cur and feist also enjoy treeing coons (which are worthless for making s'mores, though in a pinch they're ok for fondue), you might now be wondering why someone would want to go and start shootin' at one of those ring-tailed rascals? A few possible reasons: 1) whacking him with the hockey stick is proving ineffective, 2) you and your cat do not feel up to sprinting, or 3) hell hath no fury like a moron scorned.