Seven years ago to the day a litter of kittens was born to a young mother found on a DC rooftop, and I was lucky enough to know one would be mine. Much of these years with him have been the hardest - but also the happiest, isn’t that how it works? - of my life, and seeing this face at the end of every day has never, ever failed to bring me joy. Happy Birthday to my sweet, handsome Huckleberry.

