I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
Cats Need A Vacation, Too (OK, probably not, but I needed a post title)
Here is Rocky at the lake (that's my dad's memorial behind him):
When we got home on Sunday, Rocky scouted out his property, then found a shady spot on the lawn, curled up, and snoozed, and snoozed, and snoozed. Vacations are hard work!
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