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.
You know how when you have to give your pet a pill, and the pet is all, "p-touie!", "p-touie!", frantically spitting the pill back out? And then you have to grab the now-slimy pill and try to shove it back down again?
Someone should make treat-flavored pills for pets. Pills that taste like beef, or catnip, or mouse, or whatever.