Inside a warm, sunlit living room filled with laughter and soft pillows, tiny Pavpav, the baby monkey, was getting smothered in love. Wrapped in a soft baby blanket, he was passed gently between his two human Titas, who were visiting for the afternoon. They cooed, kissed his little cheeks, and giggled every time he reached out with his tiny hands to touch their faces.
Pavpav was in heaven. His big eyes blinked slowly as he nestled into one Tita’s arms, letting out a soft baby squeak. She melted. “You’re such a little angel,” she whispered, rocking him gently.
“Wait—where’s Mommy?” the other Tita asked playfully, glancing toward the hallway.
Right on cue, Pavpav’s human mom stepped into the room, carrying a warm bottle of milk. Her eyes widened at the sight of her baby wrapped up like royalty in the Titas’ arms.
“Hey! You two stole my monkey!” she joked, laughing.
Pavpav’s ears perked up. The moment he saw her, he squirmed excitedly and stretched out his arms. The Titas handed him over with big smiles, watching as he clung to his mommy’s neck like a velcro baby.
“Aww, he knows who his mama is,” one Tita said, touched by the moment.
Mommy sat down with Pavpav in her lap, feeding him while he cooed happily. The room was filled with warmth—not just from the cozy house, but from the deep, unconditional love that surrounded this tiny monkey.
He wasn’t just a pet. He was family.
As he drifted off to sleep in his mommy’s arms, the Titas cuddled close, still watching him like the precious little bundle he was.
