Benno was already there.

Sitting squarely on his chest.

Eyes wide. Tail flicking. Brain at maximum question mode.

Benno:

“Will the new apartment have a secret drawer just for treats?”

“Is the balcony squirrel-rated?”

“What if we get lost and end up in the neighbor’s apartment? What if they have cooler furniture?”

“Can we rename the living room to The Zoomie Arena?”

“Oh! Will the fridge still make that spooky noise at night or do we have to find a new haunted appliance?”

The servant blinked.

Patted Benno gently.

Whispered: “Yes. Maybe. Probably not. No. And… we’ll see.”

Then tried to go back to sleep for approximately 7 more minutes.

Meanwhile, Lohe wandered in casually like he hadn’t just been meowing at the balcony door for 15 minutes.

Lohe: “Breakfast happening soon or are we fasting now?”

Eventually, the servant caved.

Sleep was abandoned.

Breakfast was served.

Harmony was briefly restored.

And then it began.

The Thursday Thunder Zoomies™.

Lohe launched off the window ledge like he’d been catapulted.

Benno chased a ghost, a dust particle, and possibly his own thoughts.

There were hallway sprints, couch rebounds, and one surprisingly graceful mid-air twist that ended in a laundry pile.

Servant: [sipping coffee, eyes barely open] “I am but a humble tenant in their empire.”

Benno: “We accept your tribute.”

Lohe: “Now open a box so I can sit in it.”

Thursday morning: chaos delivered, breakfast conquered, questions mostly unanswered.

All is well. For now.