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 three 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.
This time of year, the snakes start coming out of hibernation, but the weather is still chilly, so they tend to stay together for warmth. Sometimes you'll find them all curled up into a ball, with just their heads poking out.