My life, in comic form...

The scaredy cats have become the neighborhood bullies. A monumental battle happened Wednesday night in the back yard- Lear vs. giant-red-kitty. My maternal instinct kicked in, and I tried (in vain) to intervene. Lucky, for me at least, they quickly switched locations and finished the scrap elsewhere. Lear returned for cuddles with only minor injuries- it's hard to believe that my drooling giant, who flees whenever a human enters the house, is actually a territorial kung-fu master. On the upside, his new penchant for MMA has helped him lose some weight. Dagny is sticking with non-feline prey. Unfortunately, she enjoys playing more than administering the final death blow. Recent house guests have included a sparrow and several hummingbird moths (post-release, they like to buzz around the skylights until I can chase them out with a broom).

Only a week of summer left and motivation is still at an all time low. Giving myself an extra year makes it ever so much easier to justify procrastination.