Life in the house had always been a little circus with Cubis around. He had a way of lounging in the coziest spots while everyone else was busy doing chores. If Dad was sweeping, Cubis was sprawled out across the clean floor, flicking his tail. If Mom was carrying groceries, Cubis sat on top of the bags as if supervising. And when it came to folding laundry—well, Cubis turned the neat piles into his personal trampoline.
One afternoon, Dad finally threw his hands up. “That’s it! If Cubis is going to live here, he better start pulling his own weight!” he declared, half serious, half laughing.
The very idea of Cubis doing chores made everyone burst out laughing. But Cubis, with his mischievous spark, seemed to take the challenge personally. He strutted into the kitchen, climbed onto a chair, and started poking around the countertop. His “help” with the dishes consisted of splashing water everywhere. His attempt to “fold” laundry ended in him wrapping a T-shirt around his head like a superhero mask. And when Dad was fixing the garden, Cubis decided his contribution was to dig random holes with his tiny hands, leaving him muddy from head to toe.
Every attempt at being helpful turned into chaos. Yet, his little expressions—eyes shining with pride, lips curled in a cheeky grin—made it impossible to stay frustrated. Instead, the family found themselves laughing until their sides hurt.
By the end of the day, Cubis was worn out from his “hard work.” He plopped down on the couch, belly up, letting out the loudest sigh as if he had carried the weight of the world. Dad looked at him, shook his head, and chuckled. “Well… maybe he did pull his own weight—in laughter.”
And truthfully, that was enough. After all, Cubis’s real job in the family wasn’t chores—it was keeping everyone smiling. 🤣
