It was supposed to be a peaceful morning in the backyard. The sun was shining, the breeze was soft, and the little house cat, Mimi, was curled up in a sunny spot, enjoying her nap.
Enter Cabin—the cheeky, mischievous baby monkey with endless energy.
At first, he tiptoed near Mimi, curious. He poked her tail. No reaction. He giggled.
Next, he tossed a dry leaf onto her back. Mimi twitched but didn’t move.
That’s when Cabin went full monkey-mode. He jumped beside her, pulled her tail lightly, and made a loud “eeee!” right in her ear.
Mimi sprang up with a hiss and dashed under the bench.
Daddy heard it all. He turned around from watering the plants, saw Mimi fleeing in fear, and saw Cabin trying to climb after her with a grin.
“Cabin!” Daddy called sharply.
The baby monkey froze mid-step.
Daddy walked over, kneeling down and pointing a serious finger. “That is not nice. You do not bully little Mimi.”
Cabin pouted, eyes wide, tail curling nervously. He looked up at Daddy, then back at where Mimi had disappeared.
“She small. You big boy now,” Daddy said firmly. “We be gentle with friends.”
Cabin dropped his head and sat down, arms crossed, clearly not happy about the scolding.
A few minutes later, he crept quietly over to where Mimi was hiding and gently placed a banana slice in front of her hideout. No poking. No yelling.
Mimi peeked out slowly. Cabin didn’t move.
He just waited.
