I love these colder mornings – must be the Melbourne part of Me coming out.
After the cat feeding, with Blackie feeling particularly chummy and hungry, I finally sat at My computer to get some things done and hit a problem – a file I was looking for was not on My computer and had to be hunted down elsewhere. Found it eventually and was able to continue. Then I wanted to work on an experimental website and the program had a glitch which I was not able to resolve. Had to reinstall the software, taking up more time but it did fix the glitch. While waiting for that I was checking My mobile phone and realised I had photos stored in there which had not been downloaded from My phone for quite some time. May as well get that done today too. Started the process and another glitch – it couldn’t find the relevant software to download the images from My phone. I had to spend more time downloading and installing that software. Amazing how time passes when you have one little thing after another like that. Fortunately these sorts of problems are not a regular occurrence.
In mid afternoon, Fatty decides he will boldly walk inside My house – much warmer and drier in here than out there! In he comes, bold as brass and jumps straight up to the computer desk where My female cat was keeping herself warm under the desk lamp. He wanders over to check out and sniff My computer without treading all over it – phew. He looked like he was ready to settle down for a cat nap and before he had a chance to find somewhere inappropriate, I pulled out the spare office chair from under the desk and he was on to it in a flash and quickly positioned himself for his nap (which lasted about 4 hours!). My two cats are growing more accustomed to his bold presence and all three cats seem to have an unstated understanding of tolerance.
In the early evening I had the wonderful task of visiting a local sex shop – I need a BIG dildo (actually, it needs to be HUGE) – to add to My collection of toys. I found a couple of very appropriate sizes and the shop keeper was most helpful indeed. As he packed the toys into a black plastic bag for Me, he wished Me fun with My purchase and I simply smiled sweetly at him and replied, “Yes, on My victims!”. One of My new toys is sure to scare the living daylights out of some people and is bound to make others break out in a huge smile *wicked grin*.
Back home for dinner and online to chat with slave tate to find out how his day had gone. It had gone . . . extremely badly . . . poor thing . . . NOT! I had to introduce him to the concept that a slave is meant to experience some ‘sufferance’. he asked Me where in his slave training manual was there any reference to ‘sufferance’? My reply: “In the new page I have decided to add to your manual very soon!” LOL.
I tried to avoid getting him over excited so the conversation was kept as low key as possible. Maybe he will be lucky enough to get a better night’s sleep tonight.