Bear the Fluff-Warden

Breed: Norwegian Forest Cat
Age: 5 (but spiritually ancient)
Role: Co-Protector of the Ozarks Church of Nature and Magical Food Forest
Special Skills: Wilderness survival, tail fluff intimidation, butt-first affection deployment

Profile:
Introducing Bear — part Viking, part marshmallow, and 100% floof. As the second eldest feline of the sacred 13, Bear serves as Thor’s right-paw man, forming a dynamic duo of vigilance and velvet murder mittens.

While some of the cats at the Ozarks Church keep a “low profile” so low it might be subterranean, Bear is gloriously visible — a walking throw pillow with minimal boundary issues, often parked in plain sight, eager for love, food, and — let’s be honest — attention, glorious attention.

But don’t let his fluff fool you. This Bear is battle-tested.

Street cred? He’s got it.
During a biblical weather event, Bear pulled a full-on Into the Wild retreat. Vanished. Gone. Off-grid. Probably living off mushrooms and squirrel compliments. For months. And when he was miraculously recovered — presumably after hearing whispers of Venus back at HQ — his reintroduction to society was equal parts emotional rescue and psychological defrosting, like deprogramming a rugged forest hermit who only spoke in meows and distant howls.

Speaking of Venus…
Yes, Bear’s affection for his niece Venus is the stuff of tabloid fodder — or at least Ozarks Weekly: Feline Affairs Edition. While he claims innocence, the timeline of Venus’s first litter and the suspiciously Bear-like fluff on young Pele has everyone quietly whispering, “You ARE the father.”

But we digress.

These days, Bear is back to his old, huggable self — a majestic loaf with a needy streak. He leans in for hugs like a drunk uncle and delivers fluffy butt lovin’ with zero shame. If your lap is empty, it won’t be for long. If you give Thor too much attention, Bear will intervene.