Poki had just finished his warm, soothing bath. His little eyes were half-closed with relaxation, and his fur looked fluffy and fresh. As he curled up in a towel on his mother’s lap, little Pupu peeked from behind the doorway, watching closely. His tiny face was full of curiosity and longing. Pupu wasn’t used to being bathed often, but today something in him sparked—he wanted that same love and attention.
As Poki’s mom gently dried him off and whispered comforting words, Pupu slowly walked over, trying to look as sweet and gentle as he could. He even rubbed his head on his mom’s leg, softly mewing as if to say, “Mom, me too, please?”
At first, Mom chuckled, not realizing how serious Pupu was. But when she looked down and saw him trying to climb into the little plastic tub Poki had just been in, her heart melted. His eyes sparkled with hope and a touch of jealousy. He wanted to feel that warmth, that care, that closeness too.
“Alright, Pupu,” she said with a smile, “your turn!”
With gentle hands, she picked him up and lowered him into the tub. Pupu’s eyes widened at first—the water was warm, and he hadn’t expected the sensation. But the moment his mom started rubbing his back softly and talking to him in her calm, sweet voice, he completely relaxed.
He purred so loudly it made everyone laugh. His tiny tail swayed back and forth with happiness. This moment wasn’t just about being clean—it was about being loved, seen, and included. He felt like Poki, special in his own way.
After his bath, she wrapped him in a soft towel and cuddled him close. Pupu looked up at her, eyes full of gratitude. For him, this was more than a bath—it was a memory of love he’d always carry in his little heart.
