Soon. Wait for it....

For certainly not the first time in my life, I find myself wishing I could be somewhere, and someone, else.

But here is where I am.

Another oddly eventful weekend in which nothing really happened- though Mr. George O'malley did take advantage of the comings and goings of Saturday Night's campfire gathering to make good on his third escape attempt. Like a true Irishman, he wasn't loose on the town ten minutes before he landed in a brawl. To the very short list of creatures that George does NOT love with all his fuzzy heart (the previous two entries being large, black poodles and The Cable Guy) we can now add the orange tabby next door. Following the unmistakably bone-chilling sound of pure,unsheathed feline hate, I found the combatants tumbling over each other in a furry whirlwind. Much chasing around ensued before the neighbor's cat pulled a strategic retreat to his own yard, and I was able to scoop the indignant Mr O' Malley from the firelit driveway and toss him inside to cool off. He is fine, save that his already foreshortened ear is looking...well, a little bit rougher. He seems to have given as good as he got - when I got a look at him in the light, he had a large,bloody chunk of cat-fur in his mouth.

Ick.

My only regret, besides the obvious, is not having more to give back. If there's Justice in this universe, the good you did for me will come around and return to you from somewhere else.

The Incredible Dot-head Man has a Rough Day at Work

Though I admit I am often tempted to shake my fist at the heavens and complain bitterly about the role assigned me in life, I must remind myself that no matter how bleak it gets, I’ll always have it better than This guy:

And, as if that wasn't horrific enough...

Ooookay.....Um...I'll make sure I....uh...avoid that.