It was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon in the garden. Monkey Lyly was lounging under the tree, enjoying a banana and basking in the sun when suddenly—THUMP!—Tommy the cat leaped over the wall. But something was… off.
Tommy was a mess. His fur, usually soft and pristine, was now covered in mud, leaves, and what looked suspiciously like garbage juice. He had clearly gone on one of his wild adventures again—likely involving a knocked-over trash can and a few puddles.
Lyly, horrified, leapt to her feet. “Stop… don’t come near me!” she squealed, scrambling backward with both hands up like a little diva. Her expression was one of pure betrayal. How dare her fuzzy friend show up in this state?
Tommy, unfazed and quite proud of whatever journey had brought him here, strutted closer with a meow. “Don’t you meow at me!” Lyly huffed, pointing a trembling finger at him. “You smell like old cheese and mystery soup!” She darted behind a flower pot, peeking out with a mix of fear and disgust.
Tommy blinked slowly, confused by the rejection. He only wanted to say hi, maybe rub up against her like he always did. But Lyly wasn’t having it.
“No hugs! No cuddles! Not until you’ve had a bath!” she cried.
Eventually, Mom heard the commotion and came out to check. She nearly doubled over laughing at the scene—Tommy, with his filthy fur, trying to make friends, and Lyly hiding like he was a monster.
Don’t worry—Tommy got his bath, and Lyly watched from afar, cheering when he was finally clean. Once he was back to his fluffy, fresh-smelling self, Lyly allowed him one cautious cuddle.
Lesson of the day? Even best friends need boundaries… especially when they smell like trash! 🐒🐱💦
