Yellow hankies, cats and anniversaries.

The Goddess Afsoun is too good to drink from a mere bowl of water. Nay, even if that bowl is my finest china (which, admittadly, is not all that fine). No, Afsoun has heard the toilet referred to as "The Throne" and since that fateful day, only that water is suitable for Her Holiness the Tranny Kitty. I left the seat closed before going to work. My Lady, am I in trouble..... Denied access to that cistern of yellow hanky-inspiring eau for almost 10 hours! THE HORROR!!! Why, She almost died of thirst!!! (Nevermind the still FULL bowl of perfectly fresh and FILTERED water I put down for her this morning.)

Oh.. and while I am burying this at the bottom of a cute kitty entry, don't for ONE SECOND think I don't want oodles of attention..... Today, I am 2 years clean and sober and one year off cigarretts. Yay me!

It's a post-o-liscious day!!!

So.. When I am chatting on a certain ursine leather web site, and a potential suiter, whom I have NEVER EVER spoken to before, sends me a message that says something like "Hi there, boy... How are you, boy?" I usually delete the message without responding.. It's much easier than responding with teeth-clenchingly polite reply explaining that when my profile states that "I am a submissive with a brain, with a deep respect for protocol; others' as well as my own," that I mean that I would consider it rude to be called "boy" by a stranger to whom I have never even said boo, let alone offered my deference and/or submission to.

Am I just cranky? Or is this guy who called me an asshole just insane?