Tiny orange Kitten brings Abundant joy in grandma's kitchen

"I was in my grandma's old kitchen trying to find a yellow bowl to put some warm milk in, but every cabinet I opened was packed to the top with mismatched socks. Then I heard this tiny, high-pitched squeak coming from under the radiator, and out waddled this ridiculously small orange kitten with huge floppy ears. I scooped it up, and its little fur was so soft it felt like holding a cloud, vibrating with this super loud purr. But when I set it down on the rug to show my childhood best friend--who was suddenly standing there wearing an astronaut helmet-there were three more orange kittens trailing right behind it. Then six. Then a whole carpet of them, all tumbling over each other’s paws like a wave of fuzzy orange butter. We weren't even scared, just buzzing with this crazy, giggly energy trying to count them all before they ran under the couch. I grabbed an armful of them, like five at once, and they were all head-butting my chin and licking my nose with those sandpaper tongues. Suddenly the room flipped and we were outside on a giant trampoline in the middle of a forest, bouncing up and down while like thirty cats floated through the air around us like little furry balloons. I was laughing so hard my ribs hurt, desperately reaching out to catch them as they drifted past. Woke up beaming with my hands still curled like I was holding a tiny purring bundle."