September 20th marks the one-year anniversary of my adoption of Atticus, who was twelve weeks old at the time, and his mother Calpurnia. A+C were rescued by the Halifax Cat Rescue Society, who named Calpurnia and her litter after characters in To kill a mockingbird. Calpurnia was two years old at the time, and I consider September to be her birthday. Atticus turned one on June 25th. They are both sweet, affectionate creatures, whose inner beauty matches their outer beauty. I am very lucky to share my life with them. In the first picture, Atticus is on the left; in the second, he has his nose in the watercress.