In the Pink

Did it? What would you call that -- first-degree catricide?

Heh.

So I confess -- if curiosity were to kill cats willy-nilly, and at random, I'd be six feet under about a thousand times by now. It bugs me like mad that there are people out there reading the scribbles that I publish here on a daily basis, and that they lurk. I wish that the Cage had some kind of tracking mechanism, so that I could see which people were reading me. Just to say hello, you understand. To give a friendly wave and shout "hi!"

I'm polite that way. And chummy. Really.

Sometimes, people do say hi -- by commenting or "liking". I appreciate that my posts are not to the taste of everyone who likes reading the blogs available here, mostly because of the language barrier, but partly because -- well, you know. על טעם וריח וכו'...

Either way, I know that there are people out there who prefer to remain anonymous. In the face of no other choice, I respect this, and hope that you can all deal with curiosity eating me alive from the inside. When I post a photo of a shell of a tabby, then you'll know... it finally got to me -- and curiosity fulfilled its mythological expectations.

Have a great week, y'all.

Keep your distance, I'm breathing fire.

This has been a public service announcement.

Haithenkyou.

I'm no longer what you would call an observant Jew, not by any stretch of the mark. Although I used to be, believe it or not -- ain't that just a kick in the pants?

My faith is my own and very personal, and comes from deep down within me, despite appearances to the contrary. Certain observances and rites are important to me, for both nostalgic and philosophical reasons.

It's important to me that I behave in as appropriate a manner as I can -- all the time, not just during the ten days of penitence. I make a point of trying to do the right thing whenever possible; moreover I make a point of trying not to be petty, and spiteful and malicious -- as is easy to get dragged into being when one exists within a small community such as the world of Israeli BDSM.

However, if there are people out there who feel that I have not been the best Lilly I could be this year, or that I have shown them unjustified contempt or demonstrated bad will toward them in any way, I ask for and would hope to receive your forgiveness.

I have dug deep down into my heart to find the forgiveness that I know I should show to those who have done me wrong. And it worked. I've done it -- just about.

Note: It takes a lot of effort, and perseverance to achieve this, but the inner peace that this generates is worth it. It's surprising the effect that casting away the feelings of being maligned and wronged can have on a person.

I wish all of us a year of peace -- of happiness, joy, love, achievement, success and the fulfillment of all our dreams. And for those of you fasting, may it go speedily and easily, with minimal caffeine headaches.