Poki had always been a little clumsy, especially when it came to climbing. While his siblings nimbly scaled the furniture and leapt from shelf to shelf, Poki hesitated, his tiny legs wobbling and paws uncertain. He wanted so badly to join in their adventures, but every attempt ended in a tumble or a frightened meow. That’s when Pupu stepped in.
Pupu, the eldest and most confident of the bunch, had always looked out for Poki. She noticed how Poki would sit at the bottom of the play tower, watching longingly. With a determined look in her eyes, Pupu took it upon herself to become Poki’s personal trainer.
The training began gently. Pupu would demonstrate short jumps and climbs, then encourage Poki with soft nudges and chirpy meows. At first, Poki was nervous. He’d stretch his paws forward, only to back away. But Pupu was patient. She stayed by his side, showing him again and again, sometimes even guiding his paws with her own.
Day by day, Poki grew bolder. With Pupu cheering him on, he finally managed to climb halfway up the tower. It wasn’t graceful, but it was progress! Pupu rewarded him with a loving head bump and a playful swat, making Poki purr with pride.
Their training sessions became a daily routine. Pupu even turned it into a game, racing up and down the tower with Poki following behind, giggling in his kitten way. Soon, Poki was jumping from step to step, tail high and eyes bright with excitement.
One sunny morning, Poki did the unthinkable—he reached the very top of the tower all by himself. He let out a triumphant meow, and Pupu, watching from below, looked up proudly. She had done it—her little brother had become a climber.
Thanks to Pupu’s gentle patience and loving guidance, Poki found his strength. And together, they proved that with a little support and a lot of love, even the smallest paws can reach great heights.
