
















My beauty, The Baron
…from his ‘gotcha day’ to now. A true gentleman; dignified, sweeter to us than we could ever deserve. A giant floof who’s reserved, yet sure to come through when someone’s in need of a warm hug. Our version of Olaf. My son says ‘Nebelung,’ though he came home with us a shelter cat after not flinching at all while our then little boy hauled him around, begging to practice ‘picking one up.’ He was the calmest of all. If you’re lucky, every now and again he’ll reveal his only patch of white: a perfectly-placed pair of fur tighty-whities. 🤍 Gosh, I love him so