The quiet morning suddenly burst into chaos as baby Kobie’s loud, high-pitched screams filled the air. Her tiny face turned red with frustration, her little fists waving wildly in the air. She was starving — and Mom was still at the counter, gently mixing her warm milk. For Kobie, every passing second felt like forever.
She stomped her little feet, shaking her head, her eyes fixed on the bottle that wasn’t ready yet. “Waaa! Waa!” she cried angrily, her voice echoing through the room. The sound was sharp, desperate, and full of baby impatience. Her tail flicked back and forth in protest as she sat on the mat, trembling with emotion.
Mom looked over her shoulder, trying to stay calm despite the dramatic tantrum happening behind her. “Just a minute, sweetheart,” she said softly, stirring the milk carefully to make sure it wasn’t too hot. But Kobie didn’t want to wait — she wanted it now.
She reached out her arms, eyes glossy with tears, shaking her head as if begging, “Please, Mommy, hurry!” When Mom finally turned around with the bottle, Kobie lunged forward, still crying hard. The moment the nipple touched her lips, the world went silent. She sucked eagerly, her breathing slowing, her eyes fluttering closed in relief.
Mom smiled faintly, brushing the fur from Kobie’s forehead. “There you go, my impatient girl,” she whispered. Kobie drank with tiny gulps, the warmth calming her fiery temper. In a few minutes, the angry cries turned into soft sighs, and then into quiet coos of happiness.
When the bottle was empty, Kobie cuddled into Mom’s arms, her earlier fury forgotten. Mom kissed her tiny head and laughed softly — another small storm had passed, leaving behind only love and peace.
