The afternoon sun shone softly through the window, casting a warm golden glow across the tiled bathroom floor. It was bath time again, and little baby monkey Bon knew exactly what that meant. He peeked his tiny head from behind the curtain, his round brown eyes wide with curiosity and a touch of hesitation. His owner, Cutis, knelt beside the basin, already filling it with warm water and adding a few drops of gentle baby soap that smelled like sweet flowers.
“Come here, Bon,” Cutis said softly, smiling. “It’s time for your bath, little one.”
Bon tilted his head, clutching his soft towel like a blanket. He loved Cutis deeply, but bath time was always a mix of emotions—half excitement, half drama. The moment he heard the gentle splash of water, his tail flicked nervously.
Cutis reached out his hand, and after a brief pause, Bon climbed onto his arm, holding tight with his tiny fingers. “Good boy,” Cutis whispered. “You’re braver every day.”
As soon as Bon felt the warm water touch his fur, he let out a funny little squeak. The sensation of warmth soaking through his fuzzy coat made him shiver, but then relax. Cutis chuckled softly, gently lowering him into the basin.
“There you go,” he said, splashing a little water onto Bon’s belly.
The baby monkey’s first reaction was to cling tightly to Cutis’s wrist, his wide eyes filled with surprise. But as the warmth surrounded him, Bon began to settle. His tiny hands reached out to touch the water, fascinated by the ripples that moved around him.
Cutis used a soft sponge and began to lather Bon’s fur, careful around his delicate face. The bubbles started to form—tiny white clouds floating on the water’s surface. Bon sniffed at them curiously, then tried to grab one. It popped instantly, leaving a little drop of soap on his nose.
Cutis couldn’t help but laugh. “You silly boy,” he said, wiping Bon’s nose gently. “You love the bubbles, don’t you?”
Bon made a soft “ee-ee” sound, as if agreeing.
Soon, bath time turned into playtime. Bon started splashing the water with his little hands, sending tiny waves across the basin. Cutis got soaked but didn’t mind one bit. Watching the baby monkey laugh and play was worth every drop. Bon’s joy was contagious. He splashed again and again, squealing with delight each time the water hit his face.
Then came shampoo time. Cutis poured a few drops of baby-safe shampoo into his palm, rubbing it gently into Bon’s fur. The foam made his little head look like he was wearing a white crown. Bon blinked up at his owner, looking like the tiniest, proudest king in the world.
Cutis giggled, “Look at you, Bon! You’re the cutest bubble prince ever!”
Bon tilted his head proudly and then suddenly tried to grab his reflection in the basin. His little fingers touched the water, breaking the image into ripples. He looked confused, then looked up at Cutis, as if to ask, Where did I go?
Cutis smiled tenderly. “That’s you, silly. You’re the handsome one.”
After rinsing off the bubbles, Cutis lifted Bon gently from the water, wrapping him in a soft, fluffy towel. The baby monkey burrowed into the warmth immediately, making soft cooing sounds. His fur was damp and spiky, his little face peeking out from the folds of the towel like a baby wrapped in a blanket.
Cutis rubbed him dry slowly, humming a soft tune. Bon’s eyes grew sleepy as he enjoyed the gentle strokes. Every time Cutis rubbed behind his ears, Bon closed his eyes, clearly melting into comfort.
“There we go, all clean and fresh,” Cutis said softly. “You smell so nice now.”
Bon stretched his tiny arms, blinking sleepily. He reached up to touch Cutis’s face with his wet hand, leaving a small print on his cheek. It was his way of saying thank you.
Cutis kissed his tiny hand and smiled. “You’re welcome, little one.”
But Bon wasn’t done yet. Once Cutis started brushing his fur, Bon began wriggling again. The brush tickled him, and he couldn’t stop squirming. His tail flicked playfully, and he even tried to grab the brush mid-stroke. Cutis laughed, “Hey! You need to let me finish brushing you or you’ll look like a little puffball!”
Bon didn’t care—he just wanted to play. He leapt from the towel onto Cutis’s shoulder, chattering softly in mischief. He tugged on a strand of Cutis’s hair as if to say, Catch me if you can!
Cutis sighed with amusement. “You little rascal,” he said, gently tickling Bon’s belly until he squealed with laughter.
After a few minutes of chasing around and giggling, Cutis finally managed to finish drying him off completely. Bon looked soft and fluffy, his fur glistening under the sunlight. He smelled like fresh flowers and baby soap, and his big brown eyes sparkled with happiness.
Cutis set him down on the bed and gave him a small blanket to snuggle in. Bon instantly wrapped himself in it like a tiny burrito. He curled up close to his stuffed toy—a little plush banana that Cutis had given him when he was rescued.
As he snuggled down, Cutis sat beside him, watching with affection. “You did so well today,” he whispered. “No more crying, no more fear. You’re growing up so fast.”
Bon blinked sleepily, his little mouth forming a small smile. He reached out one tiny hand to hold Cutis’s finger before drifting off into a peaceful nap.
Cutis stayed there for a while, listening to the gentle sound of Bon’s breathing. It was moments like these that made everything worthwhile. Taking care of a baby monkey wasn’t easy—it required patience, love, and understanding. But every giggle, every trusting look, every warm cuddle reminded him how precious their bond had become.
A few months ago, Bon had been a frightened orphan, trembling at the sound of running water. Now, he loved bath time, bubbles, and play. He had learned to trust, to love, and to laugh again—all because someone cared enough to stay gentle and kind.
As Cutis cleaned up the bathroom, he looked back at the sleeping baby monkey and smiled softly. “You’re my little sunshine,” he whispered.
The golden light from the window fell across the sleeping Bon, his tiny chest rising and falling steadily. The once-scared baby now dreamed peacefully, wrapped in safety and love.
Bath time wasn’t just about getting clean anymore—it was a ritual of care, a reminder of trust rebuilt and friendship formed between man and monkey. And every time the bubbles filled the basin and the laughter echoed through the house, Cutis knew one thing for sure—there was nothing more beautiful than giving a small, helpless creature a reason to feel loved.
And so, each day, as the sun dipped low and the water shimmered softly, bath time became a quiet celebration of that love—a simple, heartwarming bond between a kind owner and his playful baby monkey. 🐒💧❤️
