The morning had just begun, and little Caca was already full of emotion. The soft sun filtered through the curtains, lighting up her fluffy fur as she sat restlessly on the floor. Her round eyes followed every move her mom made — especially when the milk bottle appeared on the counter. She knew exactly what that meant: breakfast time. But today, things weren’t moving fast enough for the impatient little monkey.
At first, Caca made small grumbling sounds, shifting back and forth while tapping her tiny hands on the ground. When Mom didn’t immediately come over, her little face scrunched up, and her tail flicked in frustration. The whining turned into a loud, demanding cry — a sound that left no room for misunderstanding.
“Eeeh! Eeeh!” she screamed, stomping her tiny feet as if to say, “Where’s my milk, Mommy?!” The louder she cried, the more determined she became. She rolled on the ground, kicking her legs, her cheeks puffing with anger. Every second without milk felt like a lifetime to her tiny, hungry tummy.
Mom turned around, trying not to laugh at the dramatic scene unfolding before her. “Caca, baby, Mommy’s almost done,” she said softly. But Caca wasn’t having it. She pointed at the bottle, letting out one final frustrated wail — and then froze as Mom finally brought it closer.
Her tears stopped instantly. The moment the warm milk touched her lips, her whole body relaxed. Her eyes fluttered, her breathing slowed, and her tiny hands wrapped lovingly around the bottle.
Mom smiled tenderly. “There’s my happy girl,” she whispered. Caca finished every drop, licking her lips and cuddling close. The anger was gone — replaced by comfort, satisfaction, and the warmth of her mother’s love.
