In a quiet little home filled with playful chaos, Baby Monkey Alan was used to being the center of attention. Every cuddle, every bottle, and every nap belonged to him—until today.
This morning, something unusual happened. His mom sat beside the house cat, gently stroking its fur, whispering softly, and even giggling at its purring. Alan watched from across the room, his tiny hands gripping the pillow, his tail twitching in frustration. His big round eyes filled with disbelief—why was Mom giving all that love to the cat?
Unable to contain his emotions, Alan let out a sharp cry, his little voice echoing with jealousy. He ran up to her, pulling at her shirt, making monkey sounds that clearly meant, “Why her and not me?” But Mom, smiling, thought he was just being silly and gave him a quick pat, then turned her attention back to the cat.
That was the final straw for Alan.
He threw himself on the floor in dramatic protest, rolling, kicking softly, and crying loudly with a pouty face. He even refused his favorite banana slice offered by Dad. Alan wasn’t hungry. He was heartbroken.
Finally, Mom realized her little boy wasn’t joking. She picked him up gently, holding him close. Alan clung to her neck, sniffing and hiccupping through his sobs. She whispered into his ear, kissed his head, and promised, “You’re always my number one.”
Only then did Alan calm down, but he didn’t forget. From that moment on, he kept a sharp eye on the cat—and made sure to claim every bit of Mom’s affection.
