Identities so secret, in fact, that even -we- don't know them.
Because it's a bad idea to name a squirrel. Next thing you know, they'll be taking peanuts out of your hand, saying rude things to the cats, and rearranging the furniture in the att --
rustle rustle rustle
-- Wait a minute; we don't have any furniture in the attic. At least, we didn't have any the last time I was up there.
We do, however,
They've been taken into protective custody (takk fyrir, Chala), and moved to an Undisclosed Location, far away from the attic and the cats and the crunchy-style peanut butter.
And I do hope they stay there for a while, or at least till I can squirrel-proof the attic.
Original photo by Cephas, from Wikimedia Commons; edited by Astreja Odinsdóttir. Distributed under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported license.