Baby Monkey Alan had always believed he was Dad’s number one, the tiny king of the house, the center of every smile and every cuddle. But today, something changed—something small, fluffy, and dangerously adorable. A tiny kitten had arrived, meowing sweetly as Dad scooped it into his lap.
Alan watched from across the room, his eyes narrowing as Dad scratched the kitten’s chin. The kitten purred loudly, leaning into the attention that Alan believed belonged only to him.
At first, Alan simply frowned, shifting uncomfortably on his blanket. But as Dad giggled at the kitten’s playful paws, Alan’s jealousy exploded like a spark hitting dry grass.
He stomped forward, letting out a sharp, angry cry.
“Eeeh! EEEH!” His voice cracked with hurt and fury.
Dad looked over with surprise, but Alan wasn’t done. He slapped the floor with both hands, puffing up his chest as if to shout, “Daddy! That’s MY cuddle time!”
The more Dad stroked the kitten, the louder Alan cried. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he tugged at Dad’s leg, desperate to pull attention back where he believed it should be—on him, and only him.
The kitten blinked innocently, confused by the loud, trembling monkey throwing himself into a full tantrum.
Finally, Dad set the kitten aside gently and lifted Alan into his arms. “Alan, my boy… Daddy didn’t forget you.”
Alan clung to him immediately, wrapping his legs around Dad’s waist and burying his face in his shoulder. The angry cries softened into sniffles as Dad rubbed his back.
The kitten meowed softly from the floor, but this time Alan only peeked at it, still grumpy but calmer.
Because in the end, all Alan needed was reassurance—
Daddy’s arms, Daddy’s warmth,
and knowing he was still Daddy’s baby.
