The day of The Keys.
A big day. A sacred day. A sleepless day.
The servant didn’t sleep well.
Tossed. Turned. Mumbled apartment things like, “balcony netting… boxes… vet… help.”
But worry not. The cats noticed.
And like the loving chaos gremlins they are,
they provided comfort in the only way they know how:
– 01:00 AM: Zoomies across the bed. Lohe did a bonus nose boop mid-sprint.
– 02:34 AM: Benno performed the Ancient Midnight Furniture Leap™ and landed directly on the laundry basket.
– 04:32 AM: Synchronised hallway thunder zoomies. Loud. Fast. No survivors.
Benno: “He looked restless. We helped.”
Lohe: “We provided kinetic emotional support.”
By the time the servant got up, his hair was sideways and his brain was barely booting.
But he was smiling — because today…
he gets the keys.
Of course, the boys had questions. Still. Again.
So many.
Benno: “Will there be shelves we can knock things off?”
Lohe: “Do the neighbors have birds?”
Benno: “Is the toilet in the new place as dramatic as this one?”
Lohe: “Where will you cry when you think about vacuuming? We need to plan our exits.”
The servant, coffee in hand, just nodded slowly.
“Guys… I don’t even know where the light switches are yet.”
He left for work.
And as he walked outside, he paused.
Looked up.
And there it was:
FRIDAY ZOOMIES.
Cat shadows flying across windows.
Planters mysteriously missing from balconies.
Paw prints in places paws shouldn’t be.
A distant crash, followed by triumphant meowing.
The Friday Energy was real.
It had begun.
Today: keys.
Tomorrow: planning.
Soon: a new kingdom.
But first… the Zoomies.