We were replacing the deck last weekend. Late in the afternoon we took a break to admire our progress, "when glancing aside for a moment I spied..." this baby squirrel. I quickly put myself between him and the cats. B wanted me to pick him up but I thought he'd bite me.
As it turns out he wanted nothing more than to be friends with us. He happily scrambled up B's clothes.
I suppose this means they've lost their mother.