Your blogger (in stereo) at 59. It happened yesterday (May 22nd). I was minding my own business being 58, and, the next thing I knew, the last digit ticked up.
Meanwhile, we have a new cat. He's a barn cat who would prefer to be with us and our cats, and we're happy to have him. He's getting more trusting by the day. A few of our male cats have issues with his being here, but hopefully they'll get over it. There's nothing like the new-Tom-in-the-yard challenging ritual. He's unneutered but very gentle--he's not initiating the "Reeawwwrrrr!" festivals. Some Toms show up and try to take over, but not him.
And Tommy, who is indifferent to the presence of our newbie, says "Hi!"