Oh, poor little Erik. You're so cute all curled up in a tight ball on my bed. Little do you know that you're about to be shoved in a crate, awkwardly hoisted down 5 flights of stairs, taken outside into the 20º weather and loud streets, tossed in a smelly cab, and carted across Manhattan to the ASPCA so that a stranger who smells of scared animals can stick metal things into your little mouth. Poor little guy.

we sleep with our little heads next to each other

...because we are going to take over the world: when you look at us, we're so damn cute we MAKE YOUR HEAD EXPLODE.

we clean

I avoid work, my cats clean themselves. Life is good. I am sleepy. Oops!