Read about Thor
Meet Thor, the sleek, shadowy sentinel in a tuxedo who watches over the Ozarks with the calm authority of a seasoned diplomat. Though he never sired kittens himself, patriarchal vibes radiate off him like sunbeams on a windowsill. He’s more of a godfather than a father, really. He is protective, measured, and always five steps ahead of the chaos.
He patrols his domain with the precision of a seasoned MI6 operative. While we can’t confirm anything officially (he is under an airtight non-disclosure agreement), his frequent night excursions and disdain for small talk have raised many a tail… er, eyebrow.
Style-wise, Thor is always red carpet ready with a crisp tuxedo, whiskers on point, eyes filled with the ancient secrets of the cat gods. He is, without question, a sharp dressed man, though occasionally also a sharp lover. Cuddles with him are a gamble: one minute you’re blessed, the next you’re bandaging.
Respected by all – cats, dogs, chickens, humans – Thor commands reverence not through noise, but through presence. He has a dry, subtle wit and his loyalty to the Ozarks Church of Nature and Magical Food Forest is unshakable. We are endlessly grateful for his service, side-eye, and occasional cuddles (with or without claws). Here’s to many more years of Thor, the tuxedoed thunder-cat of the Ozarks.
Read about Neptune
Neptune is the grumpy sister of Thor and Bear, the pint-sized tempest who proves that size is a meaningless concept when you’ve got attitude in surplus. A mottled tortoiseshell beauty with a low tolerance for nonsense, she’s the kind of cat who keeps a low profile… until she doesn’t. And when she doesn’t, brace yourself, because drama is about to have its moment. Neptune may be small, but she has perfected the art of the defensive glare, the one that freezes larger opponents mid-step.
She is also the proud mother of Venus, her one and only child. Their bond is undeniable, though it often comes wrapped in a side of unsolicited “life lessons” delivered via swat or hiss.
As a tortie, she follows the sacred creed: trust no one completely and always look like you’re plotting something (because you probably are). She is grit wrapped in elegance and the living proof that in the Ozarks, the smallest feline can still be the fiercest storm.
Read about Venus
Venus is the crown jewel of the Ozarks, the only daughter of Neptune, and living proof that grace can be both inherited and perfected. Draped in the immaculate tapestry of a calico coat, she carries herself with a quiet majesty that needs no announcement. Every tilt of her head, every slow blink, feels as deliberate as a royal decree.
A wise old sage before her time, Venus observes the world from a place of quiet remove, often quite literally, high atop the branches of a great oak tree. From this leafy throne, she surveys her realm with a calm, knowing gaze, rarely rushing to judgment but always aware of the undercurrents below. She is neither skittish nor indulgent, preferring to conserve her energy for moments that truly matter.
While she can be aloof, her presence is magnetic. Those lucky enough to earn her attention find themselves in the company of royalty…not the flashy, ceremonial kind, but the sort whose elegance and intellect command deep respect. She embodies the highest ideals of the Ozarks Church of Nature: balance, beauty, and the quiet strength of observation.
Venus is cherished beyond measure, not for what she does, but for who she is…a living reminder that in a world full of noise, there is unmatched power in stillness.
Read about Cali
Cali is the spirited daughter of Venus, and while she inherited her mother’s striking calico beauty, she’s taken that genetic gift and given it a rogue’s twist. Her coat is a riot of cream, ginger, and black, arranged with nature’s impeccable hand, but it’s the mask-like markings across her face that give away her true calling: troublemaker.
Her claws, sharp and tenacious as industrial-grade Velcro, have seen the undoing of many a porch screen, garden plant, and unsuspecting piece of furniture. This isn’t malice; it’s simply who she is. A bandit must practice her craft, after all.
But don’t mistake her for a creature of constant chaos. Cali also cherishes her quiet moments, limbs stretched in unapologetic comfort, her eyes half-closed in the sun. Fearless to her core, she has no qualms about exposing her belly to the open sky, a gesture that says, This is my world, and I dare it to challenge me.
Cali roams the grounds of the Ozarks Church of Nature and Magical Food Forest with the confidence of someone born into royalty but destined for adventure. She is beauty wrapped around bravado, a whirlwind that pauses just long enough to let you admire her before she’s off on her next caper.
Read about Bear
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, like 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.
During a biblical weather event, Bear pulled a full-on “Into the Wild” retreat. Vanished. Gone. Off-grid. For months. And when he was miraculously recovered his reintroduction to society was like deprogramming a rugged forest hermit who only spoke in meows and distant howls.
Read about Pele
Pele, the third of Venus’s illustrious daughters and sister to Cali and Panda Girl, is the embodiment of quiet refinement in a family known for bold personalities. Where her sisters lean toward extremes; one a brazen bandit, the other a perpetual bolt of lightning, Pele moves through life at a measured, graceful pace.
Her tortoiseshell coat is a study in rich, earthy elegance, and she tends to it with a level of dedication that borders on ceremony. Every whisker is aligned, every patch of fur polished to a soft gleam. Remarkably, Pele always seems to carry a delicate, spring-fresh scent…as though she’s just stepped out of a luxury spa.
But beneath her serene surface lies an irresistible vice: boxes. Large boxes, small boxes, crumpled boxes, pristine boxes…Pele will claim them all. New arrivals are met with swift inspection and immediate occupation, regardless of where they’re placed or what they contain. It’s less a hobby and more an unshakable compulsion.
Pele is proof that sophistication and quirks can coexist beautifully. She is the calm in her family’s storm, the picture of elegance with just enough cardboard obsession to keep her relatable.
Read about Bruiser
Bruiser arrived with the rest of the rogue clan we came to call The Wild Cats, a scrappy band from the wrong side of the fence with a knack for survival and a history better left in shadow. From the start, Bruiser stood out as their undisputed leader, with the presence and swagger of a mountain lion and, to any rodent foolish enough to cross his path, the ferocity of one too.
In his early days here, he ruled through attitude and intimidation, a punk kid with a chip on his shoulder and a warning in his eyes. Most of the resident cats learned quickly to give him a wide berth, not out of fear alone, but from the recognition that Bruiser simply wasn’t to be trifled with.
Time, love, and acceptance, however, have done their work. Though the edge is still there, it’s now tempered with something resembling civility. Bruiser is also, without question, the most talkative feline in the Ozarks. Whether he’s delivering commentary, issuing warnings, or simply narrating his day, he has something to say…and if you asked him about this assessment, he’d likely offer a lengthy rebuttal, sprinkled with just enough truth to make you wonder who’s really in charge.
Read about Tabitha
Tabitha stands as the sole female in the Wild Cat crew, a position that has shaped her resilience as much as her history has. From traumatic beginnings to life alongside her tough brothers, she’s had to navigate not only survival but assimilation into the well-established Zha Sharah dynasty…no small feat for a diminutive outsider.
In her early days, Tabitha’s skittishness was as much armor as instinct, a shield against a world that hadn’t yet proven itself safe. Over time, with steady love and acceptance, her confidence has blossomed. While her defensive edge remains, and likely always will, it’s now tempered with a quiet self-assurance. To those she trusts, Tabitha reveals her softer side, reminding us that the most guarded hearts can still hold immense warmth. She will always be a cherished member of The Ozarks Church of Nature, a rare jewel forged by hardship and polished by care.
Read about Butters
Butters is the quiet powerhouse of the Wild Cat crew, the golden-coated brother to Bruiser and Bobby whose gentle demeanor hides a survival story worthy of legend. In his younger, wilder days, Butters faced a trauma so severe it mangled both back legs and tore his hip completely out. The vet’s “best case” scenario involved amputating both…the worst case was too grim to speak aloud. But Butters refused to surrender either his limbs or his life.
Through raw determination, stubborn will, and perhaps a little Wild Cat magic, he kept both legs and taught himself a brand-new way to move. His gait may be unconventional, but it gets him wherever he needs to go, including the occasional sprint when properly motivated.
These days, he’s traded adventure for the art of relaxation, basking in sunny spots and cultivating his paunch. His soft, high-pitched squeaks are impossible to resist, and unlike his more streetwise brothers, he welcomes cuddles without reservation.
Read about Marmalade
Marmalade is living proof that miracles sometimes come wrapped in orange fur and crowned with the fluffiest tail in the Ozarks. The spitting image of her playboy father UrShuri, and the product of the hush-hush mother/son union that still makes polite company shift in their seats, she is the final, shining ember from the storied lineage of Zha Sharah, the founding matriarch of the Ozarks feline dynasty.
Her survival is nothing short of legendary. She has stared down a head injury from a vehicular incident, conquered a fierce case of bobcat fever alongside her late brother Caspurr, and endured the devastating loss of three brothers and a sister, all taken too soon by the road. Against all odds, Marmalade remains, her spirit unbroken, her tail held high. And what a tail it is: a magnificent, plumed banner so immaculate it has earned her the affectionate nickname “Tail,” as if no other introduction were necessary.
Marmalade is more than just the last of her generation, she is a living tribute to the cats who came before, a link in an unbroken chain of love, mischief, and memory that began with Zha Sharah herself. As long as she roams the grounds of the Ozarks Church of Nature and Magical Food Forest, the legacy lives on.
Read about Zha Sharah
Before there was a kingdom of cats patrolling the porches, basking in sunbeams, and claiming cardboard boxes as thrones, there was Zha Sharah…the original queen, the purring cornerstone upon which the Ozarks feline dynasty was built. She was not merely a pet, but a presence: warm, wise, and utterly certain of her place at the center of it all.
Zha Sharah possessed that rare combination of nurturing grace and regal authority, a balance that made her equally adept at welcoming newcomers and putting troublemakers in their place. Her kittens were her legacy, a tapestry of fur and personality that would weave itself through the years in ways no one could have foreseen. Through them, she gave the Ozarks Church of Nature joy, companionship, and a living lineage that carried her spirit forward.
Though time and tragedy have claimed many of her descendants, the line still endures, now bookended by her great-great-granddaughter Marmalade, the final ember of Zha Sharah’s fire. And yet, the matriarch’s presence lingers: in the soft echo of a purr on a quiet night, in the proud tilt of a head, in the unspoken law that the cats of the Ozarks do not merely live here…they reign here.
Zha Sharah’s reign may have ended in body, but in spirit, she will forever be The First Lady of the Forest, the heartbeat that started it all.
Read about Bobby
Bobby is Bruiser’s right-hand cat, a loyal partner in crime and co-patrolman of the Wild Cat faction. Their bond is brotherly in every way, they move as a unit, often seen side by side or engaged in mutual grooming sessions that would make even the most romantic doves jealous.
Like his brother, Bobby is a chatterbox, ready to share his thoughts at any time of day, whether or not you asked for them. In his early days, Bobby was an unabashed lover, purring, rubbing, and leaning into affection without hesitation. These days, he tries to imitate Bruiser’s tough-guy demeanor, keeping his voice a little lower, his walk a little harder. But the act slips often, revealing the warm, gentle cat still beating beneath the faux-punk exterior.
Read about UrShuri
UrShuri is the lone surviving son of Venus and the unapologetic wild card among siblings Cali, Panda Girl, and Pele. With his warm orange coat and eyes that smolder with mischief, he’s the sort of cat who could get away with anything…and often does.
His reputation as a “lover man” is well-earned. When UrShuri decides to grace you with his affection, it’s an all-consuming experience; deep purrs, lavish head-butts, the kind of attention that makes you believe you’re the only one in his world. But just as suddenly as he appeared, he’s gone, vanishing out the cat door without so much as a backward glance.
Sometimes he’s gone for a day. Sometimes for a week. And when he returns, there’s always that lingering question: Where have you been? Who have you been with? No answers are ever given, only a smug blink and the knowledge that you’ll forgive him anyway.
And yes… there’s the little matter of him fathering Venus’s second litter…an awkward truth the Ozarks Church of Nature prefers to keep discreetly filed under “family complexities.” UrShuri is the quintessential bad boyfriend: irresistible, unreliable, and impossible to quit.
Read about Panda
Panda Girl is the tuxedo-clad daughter of Venus and sister to Cali, though where Cali thrives on brazen boldness, Panda operates in the realm of pure kinetic potential. She’s like a wind-up toy perpetually on the verge of springing loose,,,a black-and-white blur that seems to obey no known laws of physics.
Her beauty is obvious: bright eyes lit with perpetual motion, and a delicacy to her features that makes her look almost ethereal. But catching more than a glimpse is a rare privilege. At the faintest shift in the wind, she’s gone, a monochrome streak vanishing into the brush, leaving nothing but the traces of tiny paw-prints.
Were it possible to harness her energy, the Ozarks Church of Nature could go entirely off-grid, powered solely by Panda’s infinite reserves of bounce, bolt, and zoom. And yet, for all her elusiveness, she has a way of circling back, appearing just close enough to remind you she’s still watching, still ready, still cuddly.