Meet the Familiar: Mr. Fischoeder (“Fisch”)

Head of Hospitality & Hourly Snack Requests

Once a shy one-eyed wanderer in a woodpile, Fisch now believes in luxury living. With no teeth, a wonky paw, and the loudest purr in the building, he’s a champion snuggler and an expert at demanding attention every hour, on the hour. When he’s not howling for soft food or belting operatic solos in the shower, Fisch enjoys collapsing into the nearest pile of fabric and pretending he’s been there all along. He is living proof that every cat deserves a second act.

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Snacks Demanded

From crunchy treats to slimy squeeze-ups, our familiars beg around the clock.

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Machines Unthreaded

Keyboard interference, fabric testing, and machine sabotage... All in a day’s work.

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Unauthorized Zoomies

Spontaneous hallway sprints and midnight ghost chases logged and counting.