The kitten wants to drink the baby monkey Susu’s milk.😇🍼

Morning sunlight peeked through the bamboo leaves outside the small wooden house where baby monkey Susu lived. The breeze was soft, warm, and peaceful—perfect for a lazy morning nap. But Susu wasn’t sleeping. He was sitting on Mama’s lap, holding his little milk bottle tightly with both tiny hands, drinking slowly with his eyes half closed. His fuzzy head bobbed gently with each sip, and every now and then, he let out a small satisfied “mmh.”

Not far away, under the wooden table, a tiny kitten named Mimi stretched her little paws and yawned. Mimi had been adopted by the family only a week ago, and she was still exploring everything—every smell, every taste, and every strange sound. Her fluffy tail flicked as she heard the familiar suck… suck… suck sound.

Mimi peeked out from under the table, and her eyes widened. There was baby monkey Susu, enjoying a delicious bottle of warm milk. Mimi didn’t know exactly what it was… but it smelled sweet, warm, and unbelievably tasty.

The kitten’s tummy grumbled. She wanted some. No—she needed some!

With soft pawsteps, Mimi tiptoed closer, her eyes locked onto the bottle like a tiny furry hunter stalking treasure. Susu didn’t notice—he was too busy drinking and enjoying the cozy feeling of being held.

Mimi sat down right in front of him and let out a small “meow.”

Susu paused mid-sip, blinking at her with his big round eyes. The bottle was still in his mouth, so he didn’t make a sound. He just stared.

Mimi tilted her head. “Meow?” She scooted even closer, her nose almost touching the bottle.

Mama chuckled softly. “Oh Mimi, you little curious cat. You want milk too?” But the kitten didn’t understand words—she understood smell, and the smell said: MUST DRINK NOW.

Susu pulled the bottle out of his mouth and looked down at Mimi. His expression was adorable—confused, surprised, and a little worried. He gently hugged the bottle, as if protecting it from being stolen.

Mimi meowed again, louder this time.

Susu let out a tiny squeak, almost like he was trying to say, “This is mine…” Then he turned his body slightly away from her.

But Mimi, determined and bold, simply walked around to the other side.

She reached out her little paw and touched the bottom of Susu’s bottle.

Susu gasped a tiny monkey gasp.

Mama laughed. “Susu, she just wants to try! She’s a baby too.”

But Susu wasn’t convinced. He brought the bottle back to his mouth and drank faster, as if he thought the kitten might snatch it any second.

Mimi, refusing to give up, climbed onto Mama’s knee and sniffed the bottle again. She even tried to lick a drop of milk that had dribbled onto Susu’s chin.

Susu froze. Then he let out another small squeak—this time sounding almost offended.

Mama gently stroked Mimi’s head. “Okay, okay, little one. Let’s get you some milk too.”

She stood up and walked to the kitchen corner, bringing out a tiny saucer. She poured warm kitten-safe milk inside and placed it on the floor. The aroma filled the air instantly.

Mimi smelled it and—zoom!—she dashed toward the saucer.

“Meow!” she chirped happily as she began lapping up the milk, her tiny pink tongue moving fast.

Susu watched with wide eyes. His bottle slowly lowered. He had never seen an animal drink milk like that before. Mimi was so fast! Her tongue didn’t stop for a second, and her little body shook with excitement.

Mama set Susu back down on the mat so he could drink comfortably. But Susu wasn’t drinking anymore. He crawled closer to Mimi, fascinated.

Mimi looked up, her chin dripping with milk.

Susu leaned in closer—too close.

Before Mama could react, Mimi happily booped Susu’s nose with her milk-covered face.

Susu squealed and fell backward, rolling gently on the mat. Mama laughed so hard she almost spilled Susu’s bottle.

The kitten walked over to the monkey and licked his cheek, leaving a big wet milk spot on his face. Susu froze, stunned—but then he burst into happy monkey giggles.

Mama wiped both of them with a warm towel. “You two are going to be troublemakers together, I can already tell.”

After finishing her milk, Mimi trotted over, curled up beside Susu, and purred. Susu leaned against her small fluffy body, still holding his nearly empty bottle.

But then something unexpected happened.

Mimi nudged the bottle gently toward herself again.

Susu pulled it back.

Mimi nudged again—this time more politely, almost like she was asking permission.

Mama smiled. “Susu, you’re done already. Maybe you can share just a little drop?”

Susu looked at her. His tiny fingers tightened around the bottle. He thought hard. He wasn’t sure about sharing milk… but he liked Mimi. She was warm, soft, and funny.

So slowly, carefully, he held out the bottle to her.

Mimi leaned in, sniffed, and touched the tip of the bottle with her tongue… just one small lick.

Then she sat back and purred.

Susu clapped his hands. He was proud of himself. Proud because he shared. Proud because Mimi accepted. Proud because they were friends.

Mama clapped too. “Good boy, Susu. You’re learning kindness.”

With their bellies full and hearts warm, Susu and Mimi curled up together for a nap. Mimi tucked herself into the crook of Susu’s arm. Susu rested his little head on her soft fur. Their tiny breaths matched as they fell asleep, side by side—one kitten, one baby monkey, two little friends discovering the world together.

And since that day, whenever Susu drank milk, Mimi always came to watch. Not to steal it—just to be close.

And sometimes, just sometimes, Susu would share a drop or two.

Because friendship, in the gentle little world of a monkey and a kitten, is sweeter than any milk.