We took the kids to look at kittens today. Yes, plural. As in two.
Because things around here weren't already crazy enough.
We've been debating an additional dog versus kittens for a while, and the kittens make more sense logistically even though I am more of a dog person myself. I put in an online application yesterday, we chose two kittens today, and assuming our references check out (I can't imagine that they wouldn't, but fingers are still crossed...) they will come home next week sometime. Two males, brothers about three months old, already neutered, names still under heavy debate. We had decided on one, a little tabby with white socks, and were trying to pick the second when one made the decision for us! A little guy with big fluffy ears, he crawled into Thing One's lap and started purring. That did it.
I picked up a few things at the pet store in anticipation already, including the tiniest little black skull and crossbones-patterned kitten collars with tiny gold bells attached because I absolutely could not resist them. I also (with very mixed feelings) unearthed the plastic tub from the basement containing all of the earthly possessions of our previous cat, may the kitty gods rest her sweet soul in peace. I like to think she would be happy that the house will have the pitter-patter of catly feet in it again.