This morning started like any other—quiet, calm, and full of playful energy as Baby Monkey Cici explored the yard. She’s usually brave, curious, and eager to play with everyone, especially the cat who often sits nearby watching her with lazy eyes. But today… things didn’t go as smoothly.
Cici had wandered over to the cat, hoping for a little friendship, maybe even a playful tap or two. She always tries her best to win over her furry companions, even if they don’t always understand her baby-soft way of communicating. At first, she reached out gently, touching the cat’s tail with those tiny fingers of hers. She even gave a sweet little chirp—her way of saying, “Let’s play!”
But suddenly, the cat turned a bit too rough. Maybe it felt annoyed or startled, but either way, it reacted quickly. It swiped—not hard enough to injure, but enough to scare Cici. The moment that paw came toward her, Cici froze for a second… and then her whole expression changed. Her little lips trembled, her eyes filled with tears, and she let out a heartbreaking cry.
Before I could even stand up, Cici sprinted straight toward me, arms wide open, climbing into my lap like she was running for safety. She clung to me so tightly, burying her face into my chest as if she needed to hide from the world. Her tiny cries were soft but full of emotion—fear, shock, and a need for comfort all at once.
I wrapped her in my arms and gently stroked her back, whispering to let her know she was safe. Slowly, her breathing calmed, and her tears stopped. But she didn’t want to let go. She stayed pressed against me, seeking warmth and reassurance, reminding me just how sensitive and innocent she is.
Moments like this show that even brave little Cici sometimes needs comfort. And no matter what happens, she knows she can always run to me.