Cleo Nguyen

Their Story

Cleo was three pounds of opinion in a velvet coat. A Holland Lop with one ear that never quite committed to lopping, she ran the Nguyen apartment with the quiet authority of a small emperor. She was litter-trained in six days, a fact she seemed personally proud of. She demolished cardboard castles with the focus of a wrecking crew, performed binkies across the living room every evening at golden hour, and conducted hard-line negotiations over banana coins that she won, every single time. When she was truly content, she would flop over mid-hop like her batteries had been removed. That flop meant: this home is safe, this family is mine. It was the best compliment we ever received.