Ode to Kittens

My parents just informed me that they acquired a couple new pets, both of which are cats. The cats have been residents of the Tiersma household for a few weeks; however, my parents did not inform their "Iowa-locked" child do to the fact that I have a "past" with cats.

One day, outside my grandma's house, my sister and I were walking our shi-tsu, Brutus. My grandma recent-mother cat, Chelsea, came roaring towards our poor Brutus. To make a long story short, the situation ended with Brutus shaking uncontrollably on his back, me with a large cat scratch on my hand, bleeding profusely, and the cat in the top of a tree. I had saved the day, yet sacrificed my hand. I remember this day too well and so do my parents, resulting in them omitting the news from our weekly phone conversation.

Despite my numerous "run-ins" with felines, I don't mind a cute kitten. I actually enjoy cradling a purring kitten in my large banana hands. These hands are perfect; I mean, look at these mitts.
In light of the Tiersma household acquiring two new family members and my father's immense love for kittens, I name this post,

Ode to Kittens.