Monkey Lyly woke up one morning to find something unusual in her cozy little home. As she stretched and rubbed her sleepy eyes, she noticed a small, fluffy ball curled up on the rug. At first, she thought it was one of her toys that had rolled out of the basket during the night. But when the “toy” stretched its tiny paws and let out a soft “meow,” Lyly nearly jumped out of her skin.
“A cat? In my house?” she muttered, tilting her head in confusion. She had never seen this little creature before. The kitten blinked up at her with wide, innocent eyes, completely unfazed by Lyly’s puzzled stare.
Lyly tiptoed closer, circling the kitten as if it were some kind of mystery puzzle. “Did Mom bring you here? Or did you sneak in on your own?” she wondered aloud. The kitten, clearly comfortable already, yawned and rolled onto its back, showing its soft belly.
Her confusion grew even deeper when the kitten began following her around the house. If Lyly grabbed a banana from the kitchen, the kitten trailed behind her. If she sat on the couch, the kitten clambered up and plopped itself right next to her. Lyly scratched her head in disbelief. “Why are you acting like you live here? This is my space!”
Still, despite her questions, Lyly couldn’t help but feel a tug at her heart. The little creature seemed lonely but happy to have found company. By the afternoon, Lyly had given up trying to solve the mystery. She shared her snacks with the kitten, played gentle games of chase, and even helped it find a warm blanket to curl into.
When Mom returned home, Lyly rushed to her with all her confusion bubbling out. “Mom! There’s a cat in our house!” Mom smiled knowingly. “Yes, Lyly. This little one needed a safe place, so now we’re giving it one.”
Lyly blinked, finally understanding. Though the kitten’s arrival was unexpected, it seemed her house—and her heart—had just grown bigger.
