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Pink Palace Sphynx, Sheridan, IL (2026)

09/06/2026

Episode 3 of unglamorizing breeding: radical transparency

Apparently the fancy website and curated photos have been concealing a terrible secret.We have… clean linens. Storage bins. Organized supplies. Cats with beds (they do get dirty though). Children interacting with cats. And, in a truly shocking development, p**p in a litter box.

So today I figured I’d take you through the cattery first thing in the morning, before I’ve had the chance to clean away all the damning evidence.

And there IS evidence. Sphynx are oily little creatures. Freshly washed beds get stained. Hammocks I changed yesterday already look like they’ve been marinating a rotisserie chicken. Litter boxes get used because apparently nobody has explained to these animals that radical transparency week would be much easier if they stopped sh****ng. Then we clean it.

Beds get washed. Hammocks get changed. Floors and walls get scrubbed. Litter gets scooped. Supplies get restocked. And tomorrow, with the determination of tiny naked union workers protecting my job security, they will make me do portions of it all over again.

That’s actually the part of “unglamorous breeding” I want people to understand. A responsible cattery isn’t a place that magically never gets dirty. It’s a place where the dirty gets noticed and handled. Over and over and over again. Multiple times a day

The same goes for socialization. These cats live as part of our family. My kids are in there with them. We interact with them constantly. They have spaces of their own and, despite apparently not receiving the memo that cats shouldn’t enjoy designated cat spaces, they voluntarily use them.

So yes, I’ll keep showing you the oil stains, the laundry, the p**p, the cleaning, the storage bins, the cats being ridiculous and the occasional testicle that has wandered into the wrong room.

Turns out radical transparency looks suspiciously like normal life in a well-used cattery.Anyway, I have to go. Someone is probably staining the hammock I just replaced.

09/06/2026

DAY ONE: The saints have entered the chat

Well, this is suspicious. After weeks of documenting the rise of organized crime at Pink Palace, I walked into the nursery today prepared for the usual assortment of complaints, questionable behavior, and tiny naked individuals already plotting against management.

Instead, I found… peace. Aria has been nothing but purrs. The babies are warm, content, eating beautifully, and apparently committed to living up to the family name. Nobody has attempted a jailbreak. Nobody appears to be gathering evidence against me. There is no Committee. No legal counsel has been requested. Not one felony has been documented.

I don’t trust it. 😒

For now, though, Day One with the Saints has been nothing short of heaven. And while I desperately want to invite all of you into their story the way I did with the Sins, I need to say something important before we begin.

Sharing newborn babies this early is scary for a breeder. Really scary. When I show you babies who are hours or days old, I’m letting you love them alongside me during a time when none of us are promised an outcome. We can do everything right and still have things go wrong. Yesterday was a painful reminder of that.

One litter thriving from birth does not mean every litter will follow the same path. One easy recovery does not erase a difficult one. Breeding has taught me never to become arrogant enough to believe that yesterday’s success guarantees tomorrow’s.

So if I’m going to open the nursery door again and let you watch these four little Saints grow up, I’m asking you to be gentle with us. Be patient when updates are late. Understand if something changes. Celebrate milestones with us without assuming the next one is guaranteed.

I think the Sinfants taught us how much fun it can be when thousands of people fall in love with a litter together. Maybe the Saints can teach us something different.

For now, they have been here one full day. Bellies are full. Mom is purring. The nursery is peaceful.

Suspiciously peaceful. Apparently heaven has a nursery at Pink Palace now. Let’s see how long before somebody gets expelled.

09/05/2026

I realized I haven’t given much of a look at our male Lykoi Inferno. He is such a joy to have. Constantly wanting love. It was a rocky start with this little wolfy and now it feels like I’ve had this weirdo cat forever

09/05/2026

First look at the saints litter. Hear how happy mama is! Happy to report they are all angels

09/05/2026

I have made a minor purchasing error. I ordered three One Fast Cat Wheels. I only needed two.

Technically, the logical solution is to put the extra one in my car, drive to the post office, and return it to Amazon like a functioning adult.

I looked at the size of this box and immediately decided I would rather mail it to one of you. And honestly, this page has grown a LOT lately. There are so many new people here, the Sin Committee has somehow become a legitimate governing body, and we’re having way too much fun together. We may as well start giving stuff away. So… should we have a giveaway?

There’s only one problem. I have absolutely no idea how we should choose the winner, and giving all of you access to this decision feels irresponsible enough to be entertaining.

So here’s the assignment: Come up with the best criteria for the giveaway.

Funniest entry? Best cat story? Most ridiculous photo? Sin Committee merit system? Some completely unnecessary competition administered by Original Sin? I want ideas.

Best idea for how we choose the winner wins absolutely nothing except bragging rights and the satisfaction of creating more work for me.

Then we’ll use the winning idea to give this giant box to somebody so I don’t have to put on real pants and return it.

09/05/2026

Two very different reactions to an active criminal investigation.

One Sinfant is sleeping peacefully, confident the Sindicate destroyed all relevant evidence.

The other has been tossing and turning like he just remembered the Sin Committee has screenshots.

That is not the sleep of an innocent potato.

09/05/2026

To everyone who attended Facebook University, examined that Xray from every possible angle, consulted the moon, your grandmother, the tea leaves, and whatever other highly accredited methods were being used in the comments: If you guessed September 4th, congratulations. You were right.

If you guessed five babies, congratulations. You were right too. But today didn’t go quite the way we hoped it would.

This morning started beautifully. Mama called for me and Jess and made it very clear that today was the day. She delivered two babies, and then she began bleeding heavily. There are moments in breeding when experience and instinct start screaming at you that something isn’t right. Today was one of those days. We made the decision to take her in for an emergency C-section.

Three more babies were delivered at the hospital, bringing the litter to the five so many of you predicted. Unfortunately, only four of those babies are here with us tonight.

One baby was born with a severe condition called fetal anasarca. This causes profound fluid accumulation and swelling, and because of the baby’s condition and size, mama would not have been able to deliver the kitten naturally. We made the compassionate decision to let that baby pass with dignity. That is the part of breeding that doesn’t fit into the pretty photographs.

Some days we laugh with our babies, and other days we pray over these cats. We bargain with whatever powers might be listening. We watch mothers breathe. We count babies. We stare at gums and contractions and clocks. We make decisions we desperately wish we didn’t have to make, and sometimes we have only minutes to make them. Every loss matters. Every single one takes something out of you.

Tonight, though, mama is here. Four beautiful babies are here. And after a day that could have gone very differently, we are incredibly grateful for that.

I cannot thank Jess enough for being here today, or our veterinary team at Riverwest Animal Hospital for getting every one through surgery and caring for our animals when we needed them most.

So tonight, instead of skull counting and Facebook University degrees, I’m asking our ridiculous little corner of the internet for something different. Keep mama l and her four babies in your thoughts and prayers as she recovers and they begin their first night together. Today was hard. Tomorrow we begin again.

And since Original Sin and her tiny Sindicate have spent the last few weeks committing felonies and corrupting this entire page, it seems only appropriate that Pink Palace restore a little balance to the universe.

Meet the Saints. Four tiny Saints have officially arrived at Pink Palace God knows we needed them. 🩷

09/04/2026

Take it on the run baby!!!

The Sinvestigation has officially entered a new phase, and I regret to inform the Sin Committee that one of the Sinfants has attempted to flee the jurisdiction. I caught this little Sinner making a break for it this morning while Original Sin positioned herself between management and the suspect. Look closely at the background.

Original Sin, of course, claims to know nothing. Unfortunately, photographic evidence shows her providing approximately twelve pounds of maternal cover while her Sinfant attempts the slowest jailbreak in recorded history. We may need to add aiding and abetting to her Sinvestigation file.

The suspect did not get far. Turns out being on the run is considerably harder when your legs were installed last week and your primary mode of transportation still resembles a drunk salamander dragging itself toward a ni**le.

This is still a Sinsationally terrible development for the Committee. These little Sinners started as stationary potatoes. Then their eyes opened. Then they began gathering Sinformation. Then came counter Sinveillance and private training sessions with Original Sin. At this rate, by next week they’ll have burner phones and offshore accounts.

The Sin Committee is advised to remain vigilant. Do not be distracted by the tiny ears, questionable motor skills, or weaponized Sinnocence. One of the Sinfendants has made a run for it, and Original Sin appears to be aiding and abetting.

The Sinvestigation continues

09/04/2026

Apparently I’ve been gatekeeping the secret to balancing a breeding program with a normal life, so today I finally decided to share it.

Step one: eliminate the normal life.

This video is satire, but the funniest part is that almost none of it is actually made up. My wardrobe really is pajamas, athletic wear, and clothes I’m willing to sacrifice to bodily fluids. Our vacations frequently involve cat shows. My children have absolutely been conscripted into the Pink Palace workforce. My husband works his ass off, I spend money on cats like I’m laundering it, and sometimes our romantic alone time happens at an hour when most respectable people are unconscious.

There are also parts that aren’t quite as funny. Chronic illness doesn’t conveniently schedule itself around births. Mental health doesn’t clock out because kittens need you. Family plans get changed. Sleep gets sacrificed. Emergencies happen at the worst possible moment because apparently cats have unionized specifically against calendars.

So when people ask how I “do it all,” the answer is that I don’t. We do. My family sacrifices alongside me. We rearrange, improvise, divide and conquer, laugh at inappropriate times, and keep going because this is something we believe in.

I can joke about looking homeless while cleaning litter boxes because underneath the s**t show is a very serious purpose. I want this breed to have a healthier future. That takes health testing, research, careful breeding decisions, showing, record keeping, lifelong responsibility for the cats we produce, and breeders willing to make decisions based on what the breed needs rather than what is easiest or most profitable.

That part matters. Because if responsible breeders decide the sacrifice isn’t worth it, breeding doesn’t magically disappear.

You’re just left with the breeders who weren’t willing to make those sacrifices in the first place.

Anyway, I have to go. I think I scheduled some self-care for 2037.

09/03/2026

Well. Well. Well. Apparently there is an apprenticeship program.

I had assumed Original Sin’s involvement in the Sindicate was largely supervisory. Feed the criminals, wash the criminals, stack the criminals into an occasional pile and maintain plausible deniability regarding whatever the criminals do between meals. I was wrong.

I walked into the nursery today and caught Original Sin having what can only be described as a closed-door meeting with one of the Sinfants. They stopped talking the second they saw me.

Look at their faces. Original Sin has the unmistakable expression of a woman whose meeting has been interrupted by an employee who absolutely does not have clearance. The little Sinner, meanwhile, looks like he has just been told, “Don’t say another word. Let me handle this.” So naturally I stayed.

Neither of them moved. Neither offered an explanation. The tiny one actually rested his chin on the ledge like this whole investigation has become tedious and he would appreciate it if management could wrap up the questioning because he has milk scheduled shortly.

And now I have questions. Has Original Sin been coaching the suspects? Is she coordinating their stories? Has the entire Sin Committee spent a week gathering evidence while their own mother has been running witness preparation directly under our noses?

I’m beginning to suspect the pile was never about keeping them warm. It was the first lesson in destroying evidence. Because suddenly six defendants all claiming, “I was in the pile, you can’t prove which wrinkle was mine”.

Yesterday the Sin Committee learned that the Sindicate was paying attention to us. Today we learned they may have a mentor.

Oh My God continues to maintain that he contributed genetic material and nothing further. His attorney has advised him not to elaborate.

Original Sin, meanwhile, has declined every request for an interview and appears to be moving ahead with the curriculum.

The Sin Committee will continue gathering evidence, but I think we need to accept the possibility that we are no longer investigating six unsupervised potatoes making terrible choices. We may be dealing with second generation organized crime.

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