I was going to get kittens, two 11-week olds that some heartless f* had abandoned near the house of a coworker. She brought them to the lab last Monday and while I've seen many of her wards before (she volunteers at the local humane society shelter), I was never smitten enough to consider adopting like I was by those two.  

I spent the last two days thinking about it... possible names, what I'd need to buy, supplies, where the litter box might go, the water bowl, this, that. And finally tonight I made the decision: I was going to get those kittens.  

I was going to tell M. when she comes back from Stockton this Friday: I've found a home for them.  

But alas... 

::sigh::