Sphynx Cat Appreciation

06/24/2026

06/24/2026

Neglect leaves scars no animal should ever have to carry.

One dog was found emaciated and weak after severe starvation at the hands of the person meant to care for him, and veterinary teams stepped in with intensive feeding and medical support to help stabilize him.

The court handed down the maximum sentence, sending a clear message that cruelty has consequences.

If you suspect abuse, report it. Supporting animal welfare groups can also make a real difference.

Cats depend on us for food, water, and safety, and that responsibility is never optional. 🐶⚖️

06/24/2026

We should have respect for animals because it makes better human beings of us all.

06/23/2026

My retirement plan has whiskers😇🐾🖤🐈‍⬛

06/23/2026

A Sphynx cat left alone in the yard isn’t living, she’s just enduring. When love is missing, suffering fills the space. No animal should spend their days waiting for kindness that never comes. They deserve more than a yard. They deserve a home, companionship, warmth, and care. 🐾💕

06/21/2026

Just for the weekend,” the email said. “We are out of space. They are on the list for Monday morning.”

I opened the photo.

Two Sphynx Cat brothers. Wrinkled skin. Large ears. Bright, curious eyes. The kind of cats people assume are “too much.” Too needy. Too unusual. Too different for an average home.

“I don’t know,” I told my husband. “Sphynx cats are known for demanding attention. They’ll be climbing everything. And two of them? That’s double the chaos.”

But how do you say no to a Monday morning deadline like that?

So we said yes.

Just 48 hours.

Just enough time to save their lives.

They arrived Friday night.

I was ready for nonstop energy. Fragile decorations moved. Curtains tied back. Expectations carefully lowered.

And you know what they did?

They walked in, looked around quietly… discovered the soft blanket on the couch… and both tried to squeeze into the exact same spot like they were convinced it was the only safe place in the world.

No destruction.

No chaos.

No climbing curtains.

They exhaled.

The older brother stretched out along the armrest, resting his wrinkled little head against the cushion, watching us with those deep, soulful eyes. The younger one curled up beside him, tucked beneath the blanket, his tiny pink nose peeking out.

They slept.

Deep, exhausted, grateful sleep.

They purred like tiny engines. Followed me from room to room like little shadows. Climbed into our laps the moment we sat down, as if afraid comfort might disappear overnight.

Sunday evening, the shelter called.

“Can you bring them back Monday morning?”

I looked at the couch.

My husband was trapped—completely pinned. One Sphynx had curled up on his chest. The other was stretched across his lap, sleeping peacefully.

The “too much” cats?

They were just two affectionate little souls who wanted warmth. Who wanted a blanket. A couch. A person.

“Actually,” I said into the phone, smiling through tears,

“you can tear up the foster contract.”

There was a pause.

“Why? Is something wrong?”

“No,” I said softly. “Nobody is leaving this house tomorrow.”

Failed foster?

Maybe.

Best decision of our lives?

Without question.

06/21/2026

This boy is 17 today. Wish him a good one 🤗❤️