It was late. The apartment was quiet.
The hoomin was just about to unwind with a cup of tea when suddenly—
Lohe’s voice echoed through the hallway like a feline fire alarm.
Urgent. Sharp. Non-negotiable.
The hoomin dropped his tea spoon, heart pounding.
“Oh no. Did he fall behind the fridge? Eat a sock? Start a kitchen fire?!”
He ran into the living room like a man on a mission.
Benno bolted from the bedroom at the same time, floofed and ready to throw paws if needed.
And there…
sat Lohe.
Perfectly fine.
Tail curled. Calm.
Next to the computer.
Looking deeply philosophical.
Lohe: “Good, you’re here. I have questions.”
Hoomin: “…You WHAT?”
Lohe: “How does this thing work?”
Hoomin: “…The computer?”
Lohe: “Yes. I was thinking… if you’re ever away, I may want to check out some cat videos. You know. For research.”
Benno (poking head in): “Yeah, and how do you log in to MeowTube? Is there a snack subscription?”
Lohe: “Also, what’s a VPN, and can it be used to access the good tuna channels?”
The hoomin just stood there, catching his breath, staring at them like he’d just aged ten years.
“I thought someone was dying!”, he gasped.
“I thought I’d find a tail in the toaster or something!”
Lohe (unbothered): “No, no. I just needed to understand how search history works.”
Benno: “And if there’s a way to delete ours. Just in case.”
The hoomin sighed deeply and laughed, rubbing his face with both hands.
Late Monday night ends with mild panic, tech support requests, and two very curious cats who may or may not be plotting to become YouTube stars in the hoomin’s absence.
