Kitten Heads

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.