Communication and Kitties

It would seem that I need constant reminding that communication is a two way street. I'm not known for being the best listener, especially when my feelings have been hurt. I've always known that I talk a lot, and my man talks little, but over the years we've learned to make it work for us. Apparently I forgot all that when I moved across the country. I was feeling too hurt over the whole move to really think of him at all. He wasn't really talking to me and when he did it was like he'd hardly noticed I wasn't there anymore. In reality he was trying to shield me from the hurt he was feeling so I didn't have to deal with it on top of what I was already feeling. This realization, of course, made me feel like a total heel. We both agreed to try harder to be patient (my kryptonite) and communicate better. I doubt this will be our last bump in the road before we are reunited, but perhaps it will show we can overcome whatever.

The kitties are settling in well. I think the icky messes in the litter boxes are done with (at least they were always in the litter boxes and not elsewhere). I took Lu Lu to the vet 'cause the records the shelter gave me showed that she had some health problems that they hadn't told me. The vet said that she was on the fat side (not surprising since she can't run) and is a little pale (anemic) but he's not too worried. He left me with instructions to keep an eye on her and bring her back if she gets worse or doesn't start getting better. Her fur and skin are looking healthier already. Trisha continues to be an adorkable kitten. She's keeping the bug population in the apartment down nicely. I got collars with little bells for both of them. Now every time one of them moves Trisha thinks there's a toy, it's so cute! Especially when she's the one moving :P They both sleep with me now too. Trisha is usually up by my pillow and Lu Lu sleeps near the foot. Although she comes for bed time snuggles when I first get into bed. Lu Lu still doesn't like Trisha to get up in her business, but she can get a lot closer before the growling starts. Maybe they'll be friends yet!

The weekends are hard. All but one of my coworkers go "home" on the weekends. They all live just a few hours away, lucky bastards. The one that lives here, like I do, is a newlywed. We have plans to go to the City for hockey when the season gets started, but until then he stays with his new bride. I never thought I'd miss the huge weekly Sunday dinners with my man's family, but it conveniently kept me occupied on Sundays. Now I have to occupy myself. I do my errands and chores on Friday, relax on Saturday, and I still have all of Sunday to deal with. This week my man is hunting, so I can't even game with him. So I'm baking. A lot. I have banana bread in the oven, after I go to the store I'm going to make pumpkin muffins. Then I'm going to make some pumpkin lentil soup for the week. Then maybe I'll make cookies. Was thinking about trying baked oatmeal to have for breakfast in the mornings....