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