In just over 8 months we will have a wedding

I want to stay conscious through this. It is admittedly a little scary. First we got married in December 2016. Then we moved in together April 1, 2017. Living together after just over 2 years together, has been a journey unto itself. The cats are a big deal -- Millhouse is an attention seeker. He was good about aborting the peeing everywhere thing that he did at David's Brooklyn Avenue apartment. It's back again -- he pees on the couch (now protectively covered). He peed in the bathroom by the bathmat -- but that seems to have stopped as soon as it started. And then he's now peed a couple times by the water bowls. And today, in a fit of madness re: "I got less tuna juice and you put it in this weird spot in the kitchen, so what did you expect, and why did the neighbors make such a fuss about me anyway when I took my afternoon constitution in the my hallway..." he peed in the kitchen by the dish where he tot much less tuna juice than Lisa. He can be spiteful in his acting out. The pee is one thing, but what's really upsetting is the crying. As if he were an abandoned newborn, and sounding as desperate and forlorn, he cries whenever we go in the bedroom where he's not allowed. If we go in and close the door, whether to sleep, arrange the closets or make love, a few minutes later -- though matched to no scientific frequency -- sometimes 5 minutes, sometimes a half hour later, or at bedtime hours later, he mewls this cry of abandonment that I'm sure the neighbors think is harbinger of abuse. He's the most spoiled cat of all time. We change his water regularly, feed him regularly, maybe even too much, we sweep and clean around him almost daily, change his litter boxes every week, and freshen them with natural baking soda, he gets play with his ribbon and run time out in the hallway every evening, cuddles in the morning and evenings. And yet, it's never enough. Lisa is the sweetest, never mews, asks for so little in return -- vaguely accepts a pat now and then, but Millhouse. If he just were less cute and adorable... But we love them both. And we're stuck with them for years longer, I suppose. I hope to learn to love them more though what I really want beyond even better earplugs (I have the best), is a hepa filter, a better swiffer, and more lint brushes. I will have all the tools, and a good vet. We need a cat therapist for Millhouse. A whisperer. He needs to calm down. Drugs? He might be bipolar. Or, he's my spirit animal -- maybe he's just acting out my insatiable need for attention. So that's cats. Then, I need to remember to nest the measuring cups. Seems to drive David crazy. Well, my sensibility regarding keeping thing organized is just poorly evolved. Today we went through my wardrobe and two bags of clothes are leaving the apartment, some perfectly fine but either look less than good on me, or are part of such a multiple of the same type of thing that it's unconscionable that I own that many hoodies. So we purged. And I need to address my finances. They are a mess. I need to be better at that and David's so much better at it that I'm sure it bothers him. David of course is perfect. I'm joking. But I feel less comfortable bringing up his foibles or things that bother me because...well, because. He's fine. We're doing well. I want to be a hero. At work, in love, in being a godfather (ugh, I so need to help him with homework soon.) And the coop sale is a drag right now...depressing really. So there, we're pushing on. Soon sit down and look at food for the wedding. Soon to look again at the invite list. Etc. How will we afford this when I have no money discretionary. Who can we ask to help. The wedding total is modest, but we need help. More to come. More will be revealed. Excited to see how it all turns out. Count down to February 11, 2018. Live well. Work well. Love well.