You all know about my cat passing away. We've missed him terribly. Not having a lap warmer, a meowing greeting home, has been really difficult.

Mom was looking for a new cat the past few months.

I would like you to all say hello to the newest member of our family.

Charlie Chaplin.

Charlie is 10 wks old, black and white tuxedo. And there has been no feistier kitten born. He attacks everything. Including the pillows on the couch. He braves the dog with hisses and swats. He climbs pant legs. (Until we cut his nails because the backs of all our legs were bleeding lol) He has medium length silky soft hair. He purrs LOUDLY. He's grown a LOT in the last week and a half. Charlie will surely be a large kitty.

Now to other news. Seems a lot of my bloggers are leaving. Quite honestly, I know I'll miss those that have left, either with or without giving reason. I don't read new blogs very often, I have my few favorites and I stick to them. But the tides are changing, and I suppose I'm going to have to start looking for new material to read. I'll miss them, and their comments, but life goes on.

Will and I are adjusting to living together. We bought a love seat and put his big tv downstairs so we have something decent to watch on. The last few days we went into the cities, exploring the bus and train system. It's nice to wake up to him every day, but sleep is still something I'm adjusting to. He had weird sleeping habits and there are nights it's pretty tough on me lol

I'm missing my friends. Seems like everyone is so busy, including me.

It's that time isn't it? I can almost smell it in the air. Life is changing, the world is changing. Everyone around me is going through something, dealing with an issue, etc. No one has time to talk, no one has anything to talk about, yet their lives are full to the brim every day.

It makes me sad. I feel like I've lost so many connections in the last six months.

You know what it's like when you ask someone how they're doing, and you mean it sincerely, but they give you the "you don't really mean it" answer of "oh I'm fine" or "things are good" etc? That feeling you get in your stomach? It's almost like getting kicked. You got shut out in a three word sentence. Feels like that's happening a lot to me lately. I ask a sincere question and instead I get a kick in the gut.

I'm happy. I really am. But I feel like something deep is missing. Some connection with the outer world has failed me.

The move was tough on me. I packed the whole apartment in two weeks. The movers were assholes. It took forever for things to get here. Meeting his parents made me sick with nerves. By the end of it I just wanted to sit and cry. I was exhausted.

Some part of me still feels exhausted. And I don't know why.

This is longer than anyone will read I know. But yet I write. Some vain self satisfaction comes from writing this, and even if no one else gives a shit, I'm writing it. I will write out my heart, and who cares if the world takes a match to it?

I think I'm losing hope in humanity.