A beautiful photo of Julia with Westley and Lilly, taken in June, shortly after Westley joined the family. My father rescued him from the West Side Highway (hence “Westley,” although his name was also inspired by The Princess Bride). Dad was riding his motorcycle home when he saw a kitten crouched in the middle of the opposite side of the highway, being run over by car after car after car (he was tiny enough that none of them hit him), and he immediately pulled over and ran into oncoming traffic to rescue the little guy. I took care of Westley for the first couple of weeks, because my parents already had two cats and weren’t sure they could take in another…but my dad just loved him too much to be separated from him. And yeah, Westley’s pretty unbelievably cute (if a little annoying at 3AM, when he turns into a purring monster and decides that he needs to insert himself under your neck).