Baby Misskoi was not happy.
Not. At. All.
It started when Mom thought it would be fun for Misskoi to climb the little stone pillar near the porch. She gently guided him up, clapping and encouraging with a big smile:
“Come on, strong baby! You can do it!”
But Misskoi didn’t want to climb. He didn’t want to play. He wanted to cuddle, maybe sip milk, or just sit in Mom’s lap. Climbing? That wasn’t on his to-do list.
So halfway up the pillar, he froze. He turned around with a dramatic frown, puffed out his cheeks, and gave Mom the angriest baby face in the world.
Then came the scream.
“WAAAHHHHH!”
He flopped back down on the step, legs kicking and fists pounding on the stone. His little eyebrows furrowed so hard you’d think someone had stolen his favorite blanket. His tail wagged in frustration, and he let out loud, emotional grunts.
Mom blinked, surprised. “Misskoi, it’s okay—what happened?”
He looked away with attitude. No eye contact. Just sulking.
Realizing he wasn’t in the mood for games, Mom scooped him up gently. He pushed her chest lightly with his tiny hands but then immediately clung to her, burying his face in her shirt—still sniffling with little huffs.
“There, there,” she whispered. “No more climbing today.”
Misskoi’s tantrum slowly melted away. Wrapped in Mom’s arms, he let out one last pouty sigh and finally relaxed. His eyes blinked sleepily. Maybe climbing could wait until tomorrow.
Because for now, all he needed was love, hugs, and a warm cuddle—no more silly pillars. 🐵❤️
