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.
5 comments:
lunch?
Could be.
Weird. Never seen that before. Our squirrels don't like carrion, but they'd never have a chance at it anyhow, since we've got ravens.
EW. I've seen a squirrel in our yard carrying a baby squirrel in its mouth, but it was moving nests.
http://www.birdchick.com/wp/2007/04/its-squirrel-eat-squirrel-world/
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