Monkey Lyly had been happily playing with her little kitten friend all morning. The two chased each other across the bed, rolled on the blanket, and shared little snacks from Lyly’s hands. But suddenly, in the middle of their game, the kitten was gone. One moment it was pouncing on Lyly’s tail, and the next—it had vanished.
Lyly froze in confusion, her big curious eyes scanning the room. She tilted her head left and right, then quickly scurried to the edge of the bed, peeking underneath. No kitten. She pulled back the blanket, checking every fold as if it might be hiding there. Still nothing.
Her little hands searched behind the pillows, inside the laundry basket, and even in Dad’s slippers. Each time she didn’t find the kitten, her movements grew more frantic. She made worried little sounds, pacing back and forth, clearly thinking something serious had happened to her tiny companion.
Finally, Lyly climbed onto a chair to get a better view of the whole room. She scanned every corner with determination. Just then, a faint sound caught her attention—a soft meow from inside the closet. Lyly’s face lit up, and she rushed over, pulling at the door until it cracked open. Out popped the kitten, looking as calm as ever, as if nothing unusual had happened.
Relieved, Lyly scooped up the kitten gently, holding it close to her chest. She chattered softly, almost like she was scolding, “Don’t ever scare me like that again!” But her cuddles showed that more than anything, she was just happy to have her friend safe and sound.
The whole room returned to laughter and play, but Lyly’s determined search proved just how much she cared. For her, the kitten wasn’t just a playmate—it was family. And family, no matter how small, is worth searching the whole world for.
