Six very active cats roam the grounds daily — forest trails, gardens, decks, and yes… sometimes the guest house windows. They’re not “props.” They’re part of the experience.
At Calm Chaos, the cats show up when you least expect them — a face in the window, a shadow in the garden, a soft meow near the forest edge. They roam like a tiny pride with big personalities.
Momma and her two girls (Peach + Cricket) sunbathe like they’re on safari. Pip is a gentle joy machine. Elvis is a fluffy dope attempting alpha duties. Woody… Woody was a legend.

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Arrived pregnant, refused to leave, and built the Calm Chaos cat family like a boss.
Small as a bug, big on family bonds. Disappears, reappears, gets smacked, gets groomed.
Lost muddy kitten turned pure love. Skitters around the estate like life is a miracle.
Big fluffy goofball. Possibly dad to the tuxedo crew. Trying to be alpha… questionable results.
The fairy-tale cat. Vancouver celebrity. Estate overseer. Missed daily. Never replaced.

Woody passed in November 2025, but he earned a permanent place here.
He was one of those once-in-a-lifetime cats. The kind everyone remembers. The kind the neighborhood knows by name. In busy Vancouver, people literally called him out as they passed our condo because he was that much of a fixture.
At Calm Chaos, Woody shifted from city celebrity to country estate overseer. He didn’t fight for dominance. He didn’t need to. He’d stand there and the other cats moved. That was Woody.
He was my shadow, my companion, and a constant presence. He’s missed daily — but never forgotten.
It’s not uncommon to see the cats:
Nothing is staged. They’re just living their best estate life — and guests end up talking about it like it’s part of the magic (because it is).

If you only remember one thing: these cats are everywhere — and they love a cameo.
Tiny, timid, bonded to Momma.
Fluffy chaos. Big heart. Small brain.
Gentle soul. Skitters for joy.
Yes, that happened.
Family energy. Always.
The “peep” meow. The forest shadow.
Yes — on their terms. They’re estate cats, not lap cats. If one approaches you, you’ve basically been approved.
They’re curious, not intrusive. You might see a window cameo. They generally respect boundaries (and we keep it that way).
Surprisingly well. Mango often leads forest walks with cats trailing along like an unofficial entourage.
Move calmly, let them choose the distance, and enjoy the moment. Calm Chaos is built for little “this can’t be real” moments.