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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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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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Summer zoomies

Summer zoomies by cats Lohe and Benno

At last, a hint of summer.
The air smelled less like wet pavement and more like open windows and blooming nonsense.

The hoomin came home, dropped his bag, and expected the usual: judgmental stares from the sofa, or Benno pretending to be a slipper.
But today… something magical.

The balcony doors were open.
And there they were:

Lohe, sprawled across the sunniest tile like a royal nap mat.
Benno, belly up, sunglasses probably invisible but definitely there in spirit.

Hoomin: “Wow. You two look like you’re on vacation.”
Benno (without moving): “We are. Balcony Resort & Spa. Now serving nap all-inclusive.”
Lohe (stretching one toe skyward): “Welcome, peasant. Kindly deliver refreshments to the patio.”

Dinner was requested—and served—on the balcony.
Two bowls.
Two satisfied purrs.
One hoomin shaking his head at the ridiculousness of his life.

But just as the peacefulness hit its peak…
something stirred.

Benno twitched.
Lohe blinked.
A breeze carried a leaf across the floor.

Benno (eyes wide): “…You feel it?”
Lohe (suddenly alert): “…It’s time.”

And then—THE ZOOMIES RETURNED.

Not a warm-up. Not a lazy shuffle.
FULL-BLOWN, HYPERDRIVE-ENGAGED, FURNITURE-DODGING ZOOMIES.

Benno crab-walked across the hallway rug like he was summoning ancient chaos spirits.
Lohe launched off the balcony door frame, did a midair spin, and vanished under the bed only to reappear in the kitchen like a furry glitch.

The hoomin just stood in the doorway, eyes wide, wheezing from laughter.

Hoomin: “You haven’t done this in weeks! I thought you retired!”
Benno (mid-slide): “WE’RE BACK, BABY.”
Lohe (leaping over a shoe rack): “The sun recharges us. We have no regrets.”

One toy mouse flew across the room.
A rug was completely flipped.
A houseplant shook in fear.

Monday evening ends with flying fur, echoing paws, and one hoomin clutching his sides, gasping through laughter as summer and madness officially begin.
Let the season of chaos commence.

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IT Cat needs halp!

It was late. The apartment was quiet.

The hoomin was just about to unwind with a cup of tea when suddenly—

“MEEEOOOW!!”

Lohe’s voice echoed through the hallway like a feline fire alarm.

Urgent. Sharp. Non-negotiable.

The hoomin dropped his tea spoon, heart pounding.

“Oh no. Did he fall behind the fridge? Eat a sock? Start a kitchen fire?!”

He ran into the living room like a man on a mission.

Benno bolted from the bedroom at the same time, floofed and ready to throw paws if needed.

And there…

sat Lohe.

Perfectly fine.

Tail curled. Calm.

Next to the computer.

Looking deeply philosophical.

Lohe: “Good, you’re here. I have questions.”

Hoomin: “…You WHAT?”

Lohe: “How does this thing work?”

Hoomin: “…The computer?”

Lohe: “Yes. I was thinking… if you’re ever away, I may want to check out some cat videos. You know. For research.”

Benno (poking head in): “Yeah, and how do you log in to MeowTube? Is there a snack subscription?”

Lohe: “Also, what’s a VPN, and can it be used to access the good tuna channels?”

The hoomin just stood there, catching his breath, staring at them like he’d just aged ten years.

“I thought someone was dying!”, he gasped.

“I thought I’d find a tail in the toaster or something!”

Lohe (unbothered): “No, no. I just needed to understand how search history works.”

Benno: “And if there’s a way to delete ours. Just in case.”

The hoomin sighed deeply and laughed, rubbing his face with both hands.

Late Monday night ends with mild panic, tech support requests, and two very curious cats who may or may not be plotting to become YouTube stars in the hoomin’s absence.

cat sitting next to a laptop and printer
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Welcome to ThePurrDuo

Our Story Begins

Hello there, fellow feline fans and curious creatures of the internet!

We’re thrilled to welcome you to ThePurrDuo, a blog dedicated to the daily antics, deep thoughts, and dramatic zoomies of Lohe & Benno — two tuxedo brothers with a flair for chaos, comedy, and quiet cuddle ambushes.

Their story started near the Estonian-Latvian border, where they spent almost two years in a shelter, waiting for a home. After the servant’s former cat, Basil, passed away, fate (or the Cat Distribution System™) led him to these two mischief-makers. One long car ride later, Lohe and Benno began their new chapter — and haven’t looked back since (except when suspicious noises come from the hallway).

While they’re still a little unsure about being touched, they grow bolder and closer every day — following their hoomin, asking for playtime, and slowly claiming each corner of the apartment (and the servant’s heart).

This blog is still new and a bit empty — like a fresh cardboard box waiting to be claimed — but the hoomin promises to fill it with updates, stories, pictures, and maybe even a few secrets whispered by the spirit of Basil himself.

So, whether you’re here for laughs, fluff, toe-bite tales, or just a peek into the life of two rescued legends…
Welcome to the madness.
We’re glad you’re here.

Kuvan kuvausta ei ole saatavilla.

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It’s finally Friday

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.
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Wednesday evening – calm before storm

It was a quiet Wednesday evening…

Too quiet.
The servant had gone to bed early, muttering things like “tired” and “brain full of boxes.”
But Benno wasn’t done.
From the top of the wardrobe, he stared down at the hoomin in bed like a dramatic owl.

Eyes glowing. Tail flicking. Brain whirring.

Benno: “He still hasn’t told me which window gets sunset light.”
Servant: [from under blanket] “Benno… please. Sleep.”
Benno: “Not until I see the floor plan again.”

Suddenly, he heard it.

The unmistakable sound of Lohe crunching snacks in the dark.
Benno launched down from the wardrobe with a soft thud and ran to the food bowl like he hadn’t eaten in days.
Lohe: [mouth full] “You still up?”
Benno: “Couldn’t sleep. Needed answers.”
Lohe: “I get it. I keep imagining the new hallway. I think it echoes. Perfect for night zooms.”
The two munched in silence for a bit, occasionally side-eyeing the hallway like they were planning something.
Then, without a word, they locked eyes.

It was time.

Moderate Zoomies activated.
No full-speed chaos — they were too tired for that.
But enough movement to make their point:
The excitement is real. The energy is building.
Benno crab-walked across the rug.
Lohe did one impressive couch leap followed by a flop.
At one point, someone knocked over a sock with great purpose.
Benno: [panting slightly] “Okay… I’m satisfied. For now.”

Lohe: “Tomorrow we ask about cupboard access.”

They returned to their sleep stations — Lohe on the pillow that isn’t his, Benno in the laundry that definitely isn’t clean.
Wednesday evening ends with full bellies, mild zoomies, and dreams of unexplored sunbeams.
The new apartment awaits.
But tonight, they rest.

Kinda.

Kuvassa voi olla kissa

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Thursdays Thunder Zoomies

Thursday 3.4.2025

05:00am – sharp

The servant opened one eye.
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.

Kuvassa voi olla kissa ja makuuhuone