It started like any normal morning.
Lohe was halfway through a casual pre-breakfast stretch, and the servant was dragging himself toward the coffee machine…
When suddenly—
“SERVANT!!”
A dramatic yowl echoed from the bedroom.
The human ran in, heart pounding, expecting something like an avalanche of laundry or Benno stuck in a drawer again.
But instead, he found Benno staring into the wardrobe.
Ears flat. Eyes wide. Tail puffed.
Clearly shaken.
Human: “What’s wrong?!”
Benno (whispering): “There’s a monster in the closet…”
Human: “…Pardon?”
Benno: “It spoke. I swear. It said…”
“No more treats for cats.”
Lohe poked his head in from the hallway, blinking.
Lohe: “Did the vacuum cleaner tell you this again? You know it lies.”
Benno: “No! It had a voice like… like the bottom of the fridge! And it hissed something about kibble rations!”
The servant tried to hold it together, but it was too late.
He burst into laughter so hard he nearly tripped over a slipper.
Human: “Benno, my dude, that was a dream. Possibly a bad snack dream. There is no anti-treat monster.”
Benno narrowed his eyes.
Benno: “…Are you SURE?”
Human: “Positive. In fact…”
He walked off and came back moments later with a tiny treat.
*“Monsters don’t deliver these.”
Benno cautiously took it, munched it, and then whispered,
“…Still gonna keep an eye on that closet, just in case.”
Lohe: “I bet it was Basil messing with him again.”
Benno: “Well, mission accomplished. I was very messed.”
Friday morning ends with mild trauma, verified snacks, and a reminder that even brave tuxedo warriors sometimes need reassurance that the wardrobe doesn’t hate cats.
