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Episode: Flight of the Fluff Commander

Teddy Bear
Teddy Bear

🎙️ LIVE FROM THE ROYAL WHISKER STUDIO:

“Whiskers & Wonders” – Episode: Flight of the Fluff Commander
Hosted by: Lohe & Benno
Guest: The indomitable Teddy Bear 🧸🐾

(Opening mewsic plays. Lohe adjusts a toy telescope. Benno is wearing aviation goggles upside down. A distant thump shakes the studio as Teddy Bear lands atop the interview table in one dramatic leap.)

🧸 The Arrival

Lohe (awed):
“He flew here. Did anyone check the roof?”

Benno (brushing off fur):
“I felt that in my whiskers. Studio’s still standing though.”

Lohe (grinning):
“Ladies and gentlecats, joining us tonight is a true legend of fluff, a climbing champion, bookshelf bouncer, and furniture stress tester—welcome, Teddy Bear!”

Teddy Bear (with a purr like distant thunder):
“Pleasure. I leap, therefore I am.”

🎤 Round 1: The Path of Power

Benno:
“So. The Leap. It’s been whispered about in cat forums. Tell us how it begins.”

Teddy Bear:
“It starts with a twitch of the tail and a glint in the eye. I charge full speed from the rug, soar onto the desk—ignore the hoomin shriek—vault to the upper credenza, then ascend to the throne: the bookshelf top.”

Lohe:
“Do you train? Or were you born this way?”

Teddy Bear (licks paw):
“I was born with fluff. The rest… came with glory and gravity denial.”

🎤 Round 2: High Places, Higher Drama

Benno:
“Is it true you weigh… twenty pounds?”

Teddy Bear (with pride):
“Twenty majestic, aerodynamic pounds. I bring thunder wherever I land. The hoomin’s desk has survived every impact—so far.”

Lohe (in awe):
“Do bookcases fear you?”

Teddy Bear:
“Only if they’re weak.”

🎤 Round 3: Snacks, Toys & Cat Philosophy

Lohe:
“Favorite snack?”

Teddy Bear:
“Anything crunchy that sounds like victory.”

Benno:
“Favorite toy?”

Teddy Bear:
“The red dot. It mocks me. One day, it will fall.”

Lohe (nods solemnly):
“Spoken like a true warrior.”

🎤 Bonus Round: Cat Wisdom

Benno:
“If you could give advice to kittens dreaming of flight…?”

Teddy Bear:
“Climb high. Leap with conviction. And never land softly—make your presence known.”

Lohe:
“Do you believe in ghosts?”

Teddy Bear (looking up):
“Yes. I believe King Basil watches. He sees all leaps. Judges them silently. Guides those of us with ambition… and fluff.”

🎤 Reflection & Farewell

Benno:
“Teddy, it’s been an honor. Will you be leaping out the window to leave?”

Teddy Bear:
“Please. I came down the chimney. I’ll leave through legend.”

Lohe (whispers):
“He vanished mid-sentence… just a poof of fur remains.”

🎬 End of Interview
Next week on Whiskers & Wonders: “Inside the Great Paper Bag Conspiracy – Why Do They Crinkle at 2AM?”

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Eight Paws, Two Tails, Four Ears… and One Eye

goggles Coco Captain Sparrow Sparre
goggles Coco Captain Sparrow Sparre

🎙️ WHISKERS & WONDERS PRESENTS:
“Eight Paws, Two Tails, Four Ears… and One Eye”
Interviewed by Lohe & Benno

(Benno adjusts his tiny microphone. Lohe polishes his whiskers. The stage lights are dimmed as two truly iconic cats arrive — one radiating sunny zen, the other walking like a queen who hears everything, sees nothing, and still rules the house.)

🐾 Introduction

Lohe:
“Benno, are we sure these guests are real? I think I just got judged by a cat with no eyes.”

Benno:
“Confirmed. She blinked at me. Mentally.”

Lohe:
“Dear listeners, today we welcome two feline legends from Finland — all the way from the alleys of Dubai. Please give a warm paw-plause to Captain Sparrow and Goggles, also known as Sparre & Coco!”

Sparre (nodding slowly):
“Mmm. Nice vibe here. Where’s the balcony?”

Coco (sniffing the room):
“I sense drama. I like it.”

🎤 Round 1: Life Before Finland

Benno:
“You both started from the streets of Dubai. Tell us more.”

Coco:
“Hot pavement. Loud cars. No snacks. Zero fashion.”

Sparre:
“Found a hoomin. Stayed. Had shrimp. Never left.”

Lohe:
“You mean the shrimp sealed the deal?”

Sparre:
“Shrimp seals all deals, my friend.”

🎤 Round 2: One Eye, No Eyes

Benno:
“You’ve got four ears, eight paws… and only one eye between you. That’s… amazing.”

Coco (with dramatic flair):
“Sight is overrated. I see with my soul.”

Sparre:
“And I just turn my head. Easy fix.”

Lohe (curious):
“Do you bump into stuff?”

Coco:
“No, I bump into destiny. Also, walls. Sometimes.”

🎤 Round 3: Everyday Royal Life

Benno:
“What’s your daily routine?”

Sparre:
“Balcony. Sun. More balcony. Maybe snacks.”

Coco:
“Laps. Cuddles. Judging. Cardboard box destruction. And naps… many dramatic naps.”

Lohe:
“And… I heard about a litter incident?”

Coco (gasping):
“They changed the sand. The horror! The scent was not… baby powder! So yes, I peed in the bed. I regret nothing.”

Sparre:
“I told them. Coco means business.”

🎤 Round 4: Age, Grace & Sass

Benno:
“You’re both grown-ups now, right?”

Sparre (stretching):
“15. A fine vintage.”

Coco:
“I’m 12. But emotionally? Timeless.”

Lohe:
“Any advice for younger cats?”

Coco:
“Always demand proper litter. And sit on every lap.”

Sparre:
“Sun heals. So does shrimp.”

🎤 Farewell Thoughts

Benno:
“This was our most glamorous interview yet. Any final message to our listeners?”

Coco:
“Know your worth. And your litter preference.”

Sparre:
“And if you find a warm balcony and a kind hoomin — stay.”

🎬 END OF INTERVIEW

Next week: “Why Lohe is Still Suspicious of the Dishwasher: A Tale of Humming Machines”

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Interview with a Finnish Legend

Lohe:
“Today, we have a very special guest, all the way from the mystical lands of Finland… a true legend in feline grace, box demolition, and lap occupancy… please welcome… Lady Iitu!”

(Applause track from invisible mice orchestra)

Iitu:
purrs politely “Thank you, dear boys. What an introduction! I feel like I should be wearing pearls.”

Benno:
“We would’ve brought you some if Lohe hadn’t used them to decorate the litter box.”

Lohe:
“They were aesthetic, okay? Anyway—let’s begin!”

🎤 Round 1: Cat Stats & Style

Lohe:
“Lady Iitu, you are 17 years old. That’s like… ancient and majestic. What’s your secret?”

Iitu:
“Fresh air, quality cuddles, and terrorizing cardboard boxes. Oh, and naps. So many naps.”

Benno:
“You destroy boxes?! Can we see your technique?”

Iitu:
laughs “I call it the ‘Fluff-and-Shred’. First you sit sweetly in it, lull the hoomin into thinking it’s adorable. Then you pounce and rip the flaps off like you’re chasing paper dragons.”

Lohe:
“Noted. Benno, write that down. We must train.”

🎤 Round 2: Life in Finland

Benno:
“How’s life up north? Do the birds taste different?”

Iitu:
“They fly slower in the cold. And the hoomins wear many layers, but their laps stay warm.”

Lohe:
eyes wide “Wait. So it’s cold, but the laps stay toasty?”

Iitu:
“Precisely. It’s the best of both worlds. Until they stand up suddenly and ruin everything.”

Benno:
“Rude.”

🎤 Round 3: Hoomin Talk

Lohe:
“You met our hoomin. Did he behave?”

Iitu:
“Impeccably. He offered snacks and sat patiently. I sat on his lap like royalty and allowed full cuddles. He’s a well-trained hoomin.”

Benno:
snorts “We trained him. Took months.”

Iitu:
“You did well. He brought stories of you both.”

🎤 Bonus Round: Lightning Questions

Lohe:
“Favorite food?”

Iitu:
“Soft salmon bits, served on a warm towel.”

Benno:
“Favorite box?”

Iitu:
“The one labeled ‘important documents.’ Extra fun.”

Lohe:
“How do you feel about cucumbers?”

Iitu:
narrows eyes “Suspicious vegetables. They sneak up on you.”

Benno:
“Are you interested in a long-distance alliance?”

Iitu:
“Only if it involves shared recipes and photos of destroyed cardboard.”

Lohe:
“This has been… inspiring.”

Benno:
“Educational. And slightly terrifying.”

Lohe:
“Lady Iitu, you are truly a national treasure.”

Iitu:
“Thank you, young ones. May your naps be long, your boxes plentiful, and your hoomin obedient.”

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Sunday peekaboo

Lohe & Benno chanz.com
Lohe in bookshelf

It was unusually quiet.

No paws galloping across the floor. No toys flying. No midair tackles.

Just a peaceful hoomin in bed, enjoying a rare moment of stillness.

That peace lasted exactly 6.5 minutes.

From the living room came a rising murmur—muffled voices, energetic thumps, and a suspicious squeak.

The hoomin cracked one eye open.

Hoomin (yawning):

“Morning conference again? Must be the Zoomie Summit…”

Still half-asleep, he wandered into the kitchen and served two fresh bowls of breakfast noms.

Benno strutted in immediately, tail held high.

Hoomin:

“There’s the reliable one. Morning, Benno. Where’s your partner-in-crime?”

Benno just blinked slowly and began munching—very casually.

Lohe was nowhere to be seen.

Hoomin (calling out):

“Lohe? Breakfast time!”

No response.

Then… a giggle.

A faint, mysterious giggle.

Hoomin (squinting):

“Wait a second… do cats even giggle?!”

He peeked under the bed.

He opened the wardrobe.

He even checked behind the curtains.

Benno followed him around, doing a suspiciously bad job at “helping.”

Benno (pretending):

“Try the bathroom. He might be brushing his whiskers.”

Hoomin:

“…That’s not how anything works, Benno.”

Suddenly, tap-tap.

Something brushed hoomin’s head.

He froze.

Looked up.

There, camouflaged like a jungle ninja, was Lohe—perched on top of the bookshelf, perfectly still, beside the fake plant.

Only his eyes moved.

And his whiskers twitched with suppressed glee.

Lohe (whispering to Benno):

“He didn’t see me! I am the bookshelf.”

Benno:

“I think you’re the plant.”

Hoomin decided to play along.

He walked dramatically into the hallway.

Hoomin (loudly):

“Well, no Lohe here. Maybe he evaporated… Guess I’ll eat both breakfasts myself!”

Lohe’s pupils went full saucer mode.

Lohe (to Benno, panicked):

“HE’S GONNA EAT MY BREAKFAST! Initiate Phase 2!”

But before Phase 2 could begin, hoomin sneaked silently back into the room, stood directly under the bookshelf and—

“PEEKABOO!”

“SURPRISE!”

Lohe startled into a spaghetti noodle shape and yelped:

“He’s got wizard powers!”

Benno rolled on the floor laughing.

Benno:

“Next time pick the closet, genius.”

Lohe (regaining cool):

“No. The high ground is key. Obi-Wan said so.”

⸝

All was forgiven when breakfast was served again (Lohe’s bowl hadn’t been touched, after all).

The hoomin smiled at his two goofballs and whispered:

Hoomin:

“You two are my chaos. And I love every bit of it.”

Benno purred.

Lohe licked his paw dramatically and said:

“We know. You’re welcome.”

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Peaceful saturday

ThePurrduo.com
ThePurrduo.com

It was a peaceful Saturday morning… well, late morning, if we’re being honest.
The sun was already up, and so were the birds, and the squirrels, and the neighbor’s overly dramatic wind chimes.

But inside the apartment?
Silence.

The boys had made a silent pact:
Let the hoomin sleep.
He earned it after five days of nonsense and poorly reheated lunches.

So instead, they stationed themselves on Balcony Duty.

Water? Full.
Snacks? Refilled.
Bedding? Comfy sun-warmed rug.
Mission? Critical bird surveillance and cryptid night patrols.

Benno (whispering): “At 03:48 I saw a raccoon-shaped shadow. Could’ve been a demon. Or a very fluffy crow.”
Lohe: “Noted. I logged it under: ‘Creatures of the Void – Possibly Friendly.’”

When hoomin finally woke up—hair wild, blinking like he just left a dream dimension—he was greeted by two very calm cats lounging in the sun like little emperors.

Hoomin (yawning): “You let me sleep? What’s the catch?”
Lohe: “We took the morning shift. You’re welcome.”
Benno: “We’ll invoice you in cuddle time later.”

Hoomin chuckled, gave them breakfast, and while the boys munched contentedly, he announced:

Hoomin: “Quick run to the store, then the rest of the weekend is all yours.”

Benno (mouth full): “Please remember the good kibble. The crunchy-crunch, not the dusty-crunch.”
Lohe: “Also, if they have gourmet wet noms, we won’t fight it.”

Hoomin returned not long after—bags in hand, face triumphant.

Hoomin: “Noms secured. Snacks restocked. We feast.”

Both cats inspected the haul with the intensity of customs officers at a border checkpoint.
Items approved. Bowls filled.

Five minutes later…

BOOM. ZOOMIES.

Lohe launched from the balcony door like a caffeinated comet.
Benno skid across the hallway, bounced off a couch cushion, spun mid-air, and landed directly in a laundry basket.

Benno (yelling): “IT’S HAPPENING!”
Lohe (flailing mid-crabwalk): “SATURDAY MODE: FULL ACTIVATION!”

One toy mouse flew into the bathroom.
A feather wand was dragged across three rooms.
The hallway rug is now legally classified as “a hazard.”

Hoomin (watching, holding a snack): “…And here I thought I’d get to nap.”

Saturday unfolds with good noms, balcony breeze, mystery critter watch reports, and zoomies so wild even the potted plants started vibrating.
Weekend status: fully launched

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Slow sunday

The Purr Duo
The Purr Duo

It was a slow, sunny Sunday.
The hoomin was deep in sleep, dreaming of a world without emails, when he suddenly felt a presence.

Something… was watching.
From very close range.

He cracked open one eye—
Benno.
Sitting by the bed, eyes wide, tail neatly curled, conducting a silent psychic scan.

Benno (whispering to himself): “Still sleeping. Suspiciously peaceful. Breathing… snack-deep?”
Lohe’s voice echoed from the other room:
“Leave him. The longer he sleeps, the better the treats. It’s scientifically proven.”

Benno (whispering): “But what if he’s pretending? He could ambush us with cuddles.”
Lohe: “Unlikely. We’ve established a firm no-touch treaty… unless initiated by us.”

What the boys didn’t know:
Hoomin was absolutely awake, smiling into his pillow.
He waited until Benno leaned in just a little too far…

“BOO.”
Benno levitated like a startled loaf.

Benno: “GAAAAH! He’s alive?!”
Lohe: “Retreat! Retreat with dignity!”

Hoomin burst out laughing.

Hoomin: “Okay, you weirdos. You win. Breakfast it is—with extra goodies.”
Benno (recovering fast): “Fear was part of the plan. Motivational tactic.”
Lohe: “I calculated the bounce trajectory precisely.”

They got their breakfast—full bowls, a spoon of luxury wet food, and a few “just because” treats.
Purring satisfaction echoed faintly in the kitchen tiles.

And then, The Big Announcement:

Hoomin: “I’m staying home all day today. No errands. Just us.”

Benno (gasps): “He’s OURS today!”
Lohe (serious): “Then we must honor this with wild athletic nonsense.”

AND ZOOMIES WERE UNLEASHED.

Benno darted between sofa legs and launched into midair like a flying dumpling.
Lohe did a precision side-crab walk down the hallway and then flopped in a majestic, slow-motion twist onto the rug.
A toy mouse flew from the balcony into the kitchen with zero explanation.

When the storm finally settled, the boys loafed nearby, blinking slowly at the hoomin who was now laying on the floor, still laughing.

Benno (quietly): “We know we’re still a bit… shy.”
Lohe: “Still don’t love being touched. But…”
Benno: “But playtime with you is everything.”
Lohe: “And this home. Our forever place. That’s priceless.”
Benno: “We show it by leaving toys on your bed and stealing your socks.”
Lohe: “We care. Deeply. Just… in our own perfectly odd way.”

Sunday morning ends not just with wild zoomies and bellyfuls of snacks,
but with two tuxedo boys quietly reminding their hoomin that even without cuddles,
their hearts are fully his. 

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Eurovision aftermatch

Eurovision aftermatch by cats

The apartment was filled with the groggy hum of a half-awake hoomin vacuuming and muttering to himself.

Sunlight filtered in, but the boys could tell something was… off.

Benno had climbed to the top of the bookshelf, now boldly renamed:

“The Watchtower.”

Tail wrapped neatly. Ears forward.

Eyes scanning the kingdom below like a fluffy general.

Benno: “Lohe, he’s doing it again. Cleaning. Vacuuming. Grumbling. No signs of breakfast.”

Lohe (from under the sofa): “He was up till 2:30. Eurovision again.”

Benno: “Ah yes. The Festival of Glorious Chaos.”

Benno cleared his throat, clearly preparing for an official recap.

Benno: “Let the record show: Sweden attempted to do sauna onstage. In towels. Steam effects. Buckets. Some man was ladling pretend water.”

Lohe: “Cultural and confusing. We approve.”

Benno: “And Estonia… oh, Estonia. They sang about drinking espresso, but in bizarre Italian that made no sense. One lyric was ‘molto boom boom amore spaghetti.’”

Lohe (nodding): “Profound.”

Down below, hoomin sneezed, tripped over a cat toy, and cursed quietly in three languages.

Benno (squinting): “Also, BREAKFAST was delayed by TWO HOURS.”

Lohe: “An international scandal.”

Benno: “Unforgivable. Unless ham is involved later.”

The hoomin finally noticed he was being stared at by two judges—

one upside-down under the coffee table,

the other silently looming from the Watchtower like a judgmental gargoyle.

Hoomin (yawning): “Alright, alright. Eurovision is once a year, give me a break…”

Benno: “So is breakfast. Daily. 07:00 hours. Precision matters.”

Lohe: “We tolerated the late feeding. But only because of the laser goats and the disco accordion battle.”

Eventually, breakfast was served—extra treats included as a diplomatic apology.

Benno: “Let this be a lesson. Glitter is no excuse for delay.”

Lohe: “But next year, we demand our own scorecards.”

Sunday morning ends with a full belly truce, Eurovision critiques still being debated, and one hoomin who now knows that even chaos must be punctual in the feline kingdom.

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Summer zoomies

Summer zoomies by cats Lohe and Benno

At last, a hint of summer.
The air smelled less like wet pavement and more like open windows and blooming nonsense.

The hoomin came home, dropped his bag, and expected the usual: judgmental stares from the sofa, or Benno pretending to be a slipper.
But today… something magical.

The balcony doors were open.
And there they were:

Lohe, sprawled across the sunniest tile like a royal nap mat.
Benno, belly up, sunglasses probably invisible but definitely there in spirit.

Hoomin: “Wow. You two look like you’re on vacation.”
Benno (without moving): “We are. Balcony Resort & Spa. Now serving nap all-inclusive.”
Lohe (stretching one toe skyward): “Welcome, peasant. Kindly deliver refreshments to the patio.”

Dinner was requested—and served—on the balcony.
Two bowls.
Two satisfied purrs.
One hoomin shaking his head at the ridiculousness of his life.

But just as the peacefulness hit its peak…
something stirred.

Benno twitched.
Lohe blinked.
A breeze carried a leaf across the floor.

Benno (eyes wide): “…You feel it?”
Lohe (suddenly alert): “…It’s time.”

And then—THE ZOOMIES RETURNED.

Not a warm-up. Not a lazy shuffle.
FULL-BLOWN, HYPERDRIVE-ENGAGED, FURNITURE-DODGING ZOOMIES.

Benno crab-walked across the hallway rug like he was summoning ancient chaos spirits.
Lohe launched off the balcony door frame, did a midair spin, and vanished under the bed only to reappear in the kitchen like a furry glitch.

The hoomin just stood in the doorway, eyes wide, wheezing from laughter.

Hoomin: “You haven’t done this in weeks! I thought you retired!”
Benno (mid-slide): “WE’RE BACK, BABY.”
Lohe (leaping over a shoe rack): “The sun recharges us. We have no regrets.”

One toy mouse flew across the room.
A rug was completely flipped.
A houseplant shook in fear.

Monday evening ends with flying fur, echoing paws, and one hoomin clutching his sides, gasping through laughter as summer and madness officially begin.
Let the season of chaos commence.

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Lohe tries Eurovision yoga

It was Thursday evening, and the hoomin was deeply invested in Eurovision.

The glitter. The drama. The fog machines. The questionable key changes.

He was mid-bite of a snack, judging an outfit made entirely of sequins and possibly caution tape, when—

movement.

From the bookshelf.

Not a full cat.

Not even a head.

Just… a paw.

Pointing. Slowly. Dramatically.

Hoomin (startled): “…What in the—”

Lohe (calm voice from above): “Do not be alarmed. I am transcending.”

The hoomin leaned back and squinted.

And there he was—Lohe, balanced across the top shelf like a furry deity, slowly stretching one leg skyward while staring into space.

Hoomin: “Are you… doing cat yoga? Again?”

Lohe: “Yes. This pose is called ‘The Ascending Sardine.’ Only to be performed during televised chaos.”

Benno (from the sofa): “He’s been up there for twenty minutes. He’s really into the ceiling lately.”

Lohe: “Ceilings are symbolic. They represent unlickable heights.”

Lohe extended his other paw, now looking like a feline weather vane trying to summon pigeon-shaped enlightenment.

Hoomin: “I mean, I’m watching Eurovision. You’re doing yoga. This room can’t get any weirder.”

Lohe (very seriously): “Wait for the bridge key change.”

Benno: “Or when Finland brings out the neon goats again.”

The paw slowly retracted.

Silence resumed.

The glitter on TV exploded again.

Lohe (softly): “Peace is found only in stillness… and atop Ikea.”

Thursday evening ends with synchronized chaos—onstage and on shelf—two cats meditating on melody and floor snacks, and one hoomin realizing he may never again know a truly ordinary Thursday.

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Yoga time

Lohe and Benno Cat Yoga
Lohe and Benno Cat Yoga

It was a peaceful wednesday evening.

Hoomin had just sat down on the sofa with a warm drink, ready to unwind…

when a soft thud echoed from the living room floor.

Benno had arrived.

Sprawled like a furry starfish across the carpet.

Eyes half-closed. One leg in the air. Belly fully on display.

Hoomin (blinking): “…What are you doing?”

Benno (serenely): “This is yoga. Inner peace through maximum exposure.”

Benno slowly twisted onto his back, one paw flopping dramatically to the side.

Benno: “This pose is called ‘Collapsed Loaf of Courage.’ It aligns the snack chakras.”

Hoomin: “You look like someone who lost a fight with a pillow.”

Benno (ignoring): “Observe now… ‘The Side-Flop of Introspection.’ Useful after emotional breakfast.”

He rolled again. Now his feet were straight up like aerials, tail flicking.

Benno: “And this is ‘Alert Crashed UFO.’ An advanced level stretch.”

From across the room, Lohe peeked from the top of the bookshelf.

Lohe: “You look like a pretzel that gave up.”

Benno: “Lohe. Please. This is sacred.”

Lohe: “You’re vibrating with joy because the carpet is warm.”

Benno: “…Yes. And I am one with it.”

Hoomin: “Should I get the mat?”

Benno: “No need. The floor has accepted me as its own.”

He then tucked into a loaf position, blinked slowly at hoomin and whispered,

“Now breathe deeply. And bring snacks.”

Wednesday night ends with soft stretches, theatrical poses, and a hoomin who might just believe that inner peace can be found on the living room rug—under a purring cat named Benno.