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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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Prinssi “The King”

Prinssi The Cat
Prinssi The Cat

🎙️ LIVE FROM THE ROYAL WHISKER STUDIO:

“Whiskers & Wonders” – Episode: A Royal Interview with Prinssi
Hosted by: Lohe & Benno

(Opening mewsic plays. Lohe is in a miniature velvet cape. Benno is wearing a plastic crown slightly sideways. They sit proudly across from a majestic tabby with a commanding presence and slightly ruffled ear—Prinssi.)

👑 The Arrival

Lohe (bowing slightly):
“Ladies and gentlecats, tonight we are honored to welcome feline royalty. A guardian, a hunter, a biscuit-making lap purrer, and friend of the late King Basil—please give your warmest tail flick to… Prinssi!”

Prinssi (with a low royal purr):
“Thank you, noble kittens. I have walked many rooftops to be here.”

Benno (whispers):
“I think he smells like shrimp and wisdom.”

🎤 Round 1: Origins of Royalty

Lohe:
“Let’s begin at the beginning. Tell us, noble Prinssi, how did your hoomin find you?”

Prinssi:
“I was but a humble wanderer, surviving on instinct and raindrops. One day, a kind hoomin saw potential in me… took me in, offered warmth and kibble. I stayed. The house became my castle.”

Benno:
“Were there trials? Dragons? Dogs?”

Prinssi:
“Once, a hedgehog looked at me the wrong way. I simply blinked him into submission.”

🎤 Round 2: Kingdom Duties & Past Bonds

Lohe:
“We heard you were close with… King Basil.”

Prinssi (pauses, tail flicking gently):
“A true monarch. We spent many sunbeams together. He ruled indoors. I patrolled the outdoors. Sometimes we disagreed… claws were shown… but always with respect.”

Benno (softly):
“We never met him, but we feel his legacy.”

Prinssi:
“And he would’ve liked you both. Especially your zoomies.”

🎤 Round 3: Gifts, Snacks & Secrets

Lohe:
“We heard you bring gifts to your hoomin?”

Prinssi:
“Indeed. Mice. Once a sock. I believe in giving back. Symbolic offerings, you know.”

Benno:
“Do the gifts have to be… wiggly?”

Prinssi:
“Not always. But the dramatic effect helps.”

Lohe:
“Favorite food?”

Prinssi (without hesitation):
“Shrimps. The small pink jewels of the sea. I would sell my tail tip for a shrimp buffet.”

🎤 Bonus Round: Biscuit-Making & More

Benno:
“You make biscuits?”

Prinssi:
“With purpose. On laps only. Preferably after sunset. Bonus points if the hoomin is wearing black.”

Lohe:
“Do you ever sleep?”

Prinssi:
“I meditate in 3-hour power cycles.”

Benno:
“Do you ever get bored?”

Prinssi:
“I chase leaves and question reality at 2am like every other cat.”

🎤 Reflection & Farewell

Lohe:
“Prinssi, you’ve lived many lives in one. Any advice to younger cats?”

Prinssi:
“Claim your space. Respect your hoomin. And always… always pee outside the litter box only if it’s political.”

Benno (wide-eyed):
“He’s a genius.”

Prinssi (rising slowly):
“Thank you, young lords. Now, if you’ll excuse me… I believe there’s a shrimp in the moonlight calling my name.”

Lohe & Benno (in unison):
“All hail Prinssi!”

🎬 End of Interview
Next week on Whiskers & Wonders: “Is Your Human Hiding Snacks? – The Scent-Based Investigation” 🐾

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Development of Heatstroke in Dogs and Cats

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Dogs and cats have varying levels of heat tolerance, and the first warm days of the year are often the most dangerous, as pets are not yet accustomed to the heat. The most important factor in preventing heatstroke is prevention. Key preventive measures include avoiding excessive exertion, ensuring adequate hydration, and keeping the animal in a cool environment.

Those most at risk of heatstroke include brachycephalic (short-nosed) breeds, elderly, young, and pets with heart conditions. Stress is also a major predisposing factor, so during summer events like competitions, extra care should be taken to cool the pet down and prevent heatstroke.

When the temperature rises high enough, the proteins in the body start to break down. The brain and heart are especially sensitive to overheating.

Most pets do not sweat like humans; panting is the primary mechanism for regulating body temperature. Panting causes fluid loss, so hydration is critical. Some heat also dissipates through the pads of the paws and large blood vessels. In cats, heat is only released through the paw pads.

The hotter the environment, the less efficiently the body can shed excess heat. Exercise or activity in hot weather further increases a pet’s body temperature, heightening the risk of heatstroke in extreme cases.

Symptoms of Heatstroke in Dogs and Cats

The symptoms of heatstroke are similar in both cats and dogs. Early signs include:

  • Heavy panting
  • High heart rate
  • Excessive drooling
  • Restlessness or stress

The animal may appear lethargic or unresponsive, and may drool excessively, vomit, or have diarrhea. The gums may turn bright red and become dry.

In more advanced cases, symptoms may progress to staggering, weakness, or even loss of consciousness, requiring immediate first aid.

First Aid for Heatstroke in Dogs and Cats

If heatstroke is suspected, start first aid immediately:

  1. Move the pet to a cooler location.
  2. Begin cooling with cool (not cold) water. Cold water may be used after the pet has adjusted.
    • Use sea/lake water, wet towels, or a shower if available.
  3. Cats may resist getting wet, but if possible, apply cool water especially to the paws.
  4. You can use a fan to blow air toward the pet.
  5. Focus on cooling areas with little fur (belly, inner thighs) and the sides of the neck, where large blood vessels are located.
    • Cooling these vessels helps deliver cooler blood to the brain, reducing protein damage.

If the pet is conscious, offer drinking water.

Measuring rectal temperature is helpful:

  • Normal body temp for both dogs and cats: 38–39°C
  • Dog: Above 41°C is life-threatening
  • Cat: Above 40°C is very serious

If the pet is in bad shape (e.g., seizing), seek veterinary help immediately. A vet can provide IV fluids and blood tests to assess organ function. At minimum, consult a vet by phone for first aid and aftercare guidance.

Preventing Heatstroke in Dogs and Cats During Hot Weather

The best way to avoid heatstroke is to prevent it altogether.

  • If your dog enjoys swimming, it’s an excellent way to cool down.
  • Cats usually dislike water, so it’s vital they have access to shady resting areas.

Always ensure clean drinking water is available, even on walks. You can:

  • Add ice cubes to keep it cool.
  • Use flavored water (e.g., mix in tuna or treats) to encourage drinking if your dog doesn’t drink enough on their own.

There are also cooling mats, often used for dogs, that can be placed on car seats or resting areas—very helpful on cottage trips or during travel.

Avoid intense physical activity during hot weather:

  • No long walks, training sessions, or rough play.
  • Never leave a pet alone in a car, even in the shade—cars heat up extremely fast. If your car has temperature control, like Teslas “Dog Mode” use that when possible.

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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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Royal Chamber nr. 1

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Lohe and Benno in Royal Chamber

It was late.

The TV show had ended. Snacks were devoured.

The hoomin rubbed his eyes, stretched dramatically, and muttered:

Hoomin:

“Alright boys, time for bed. Who’s ready to snuggle—wait… why is it so quiet?”

He shuffled into the bedroom, flicked on the light—

and froze.

There, smack in the middle of the bed like two furry sentries, were Lohe and Benno, staring at him with wide, unblinking eyes.

Benno was in full loaf formation.

Lohe had sprawled diagonally across the pillows like a cat-shaped crime scene.

Hoomin:

“Um… hello?”

Benno (calmly):

“You are trespassing in Royal Chamber 1.”

Lohe:

“This suite has been claimed under the Ancient Tuxedo Law of Fuzzy Occupation.”

Hoomin:

“That’s… not a real law.”

Benno:

“Neither is your ‘no feeding after 9PM’ rule, and yet here we are.”

Hoomin stood at the foot of the bed, blanket in hand, trying to calculate if he could wedge himself between the loaf and the tail.

Lohe (squinting):

“He’s thinking of moving us.”

Benno:

“Bold. Foolish. Warmth will be lost.”

Lohe:

“Shhh. Wait. Let him realize the couch exists.”

There was a long pause. A standoff.

Then hoomin sighed, turned off the bedroom light, and walked slowly back to the living room.

From the bed came the sound of two very satisfied purrs.

Benno (to Lohe):

“He gave up faster than last time.”

Lohe:

“That’s growth. He’s learning who really runs this apartment.”

⸻

Friday evening ends with two smug cats curled up in perfect victory,

and one slightly cold hoomin lying sideways on the couch,

muttering something about “bedtime democracy being dead.”

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Sunday peekaboo

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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

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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

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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.