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Pink Palace Sphynx, Sheridan, IL (2026)

08/31/2026

Well, it’s official. Pink Palace has been inspected and apparently the authorities have determined that the only organized crime happening here is the Sindicate. 😂

We officially received our TICA Outstanding Cattery Certificate, with our cattery rated Excellent following an in person veterinary inspection.

And I want to talk about what that actually means, because this wasn’t somebody popping their head through the door, seeing a few cute naked cats and saying, “Yep, looks good.”

There is an actual inspection process, and they get into the details. Our breeding setup was evaluated, including separation of males and females, how queens and kittens are managed, flooring, electrical safety, access to medical care, and our ability to individually identify every little naked inmate living here.

The cats themselves were evaluated for health, cleanliness, parasites, body condition, and overall wellbeing and ensure their medical records are complete. Apparently “round because she has personally consumed the pantry” is not a formal body condition category, so Gluttony was unavailable for consultation.

They inspected the physical environment: the amount of space the cats have, whether they can actually climb and behave like cats, enclosure safety, bedding, lighting, fresh air, temperature control, and fire safety.

Maintenance and sanitation were evaluated too. Food and water dishes, water availability, litter boxes, placement of litter areas, waste disposal, and the general cleanliness of the cattery all get looked at.

Then there are the less glamorous things nobody sees in cute kitten pictures: quarantine and isolation procedures for incoming or sick animals, ventilation and sanitation of those spaces, birthing areas, separation and protection of young kittens, food storage, medication and vaccine storage, cleaning products, toxic substances, and record keeping for vaccinations and individual health information.

Basically, they looked in the proverbial drawers. And I LOVE that programs like this exist.

I can tell you all day long that I care about how these cats are raised. I can show you pictures and videos. I can explain our protocols until everyone quietly leaves the room because Amanda has started talking about disease prevention again. But there is value in inviting a licensed veterinary professional into the actual space and saying: Look at everything.

Tell me what we’re doing well. Tell me where we can improve. Hold us to an outside standard. That kind of accountability matters to me.

Especially because you guys normally see the entertaining side of Pink Palace: Sin glaring at me, six morally questionable potatoes committing crimes against one another, naked adults stealing food, and whatever fresh BS the cats have scheduled for Tuesday.

Behind all of that chaos is an enormous amount of decidedly unfun work designed to keep these animals healthy, safe, clean, comfortable, and thriving.

And now we have a fancy piece of paper confirming that underneath the Sin-nanagins, ni**le disputes, naked felonies and occasional hostage crisis, there is, in fact, a responsibly run cattery. 😂

Pink Palace Sphynx: TICA Outstanding Cattery. The cats have been informed. They remain unimpressed. Sin asked whether they inspected me. 👀

08/31/2026

Have you ever paid $$$ to become a victim?
Because people ask what it’s like to own a Sphynx, and I feel like we’ve been irresponsibly focusing on the positives. Affectionate. Intelligent. Social. People-oriented.

Sure. 🙄 But have we discussed the crime?

Look at the Sinners right now. One week old. Eyes opening. Tiny legs starting to work. Completely helpless little wrinkle sacks who can barely navigate from one side of Sin to the other without accidentally driving directly over a sibling.

You look at that and think, baby. I look at that and see six perpetrators under construction. The hardware is still loading. Give it a few months.

Your tiny perpetrator will follow you into the bathroom and then scream because you had the audacity to close the shower door. It will steal food directly from your plate while maintaining eye contact. It will knock something off the counter, watch it hit the floor, and immediately begin looking for a second object.

You will buy heated beds. They will sleep on your neck. You will buy blankets. They will climb inside your shirt.

You will purchase toys specifically designed for cats, only to discover that the most enriching object in your home is apparently a Q-tip they stole from the trash. And eventually you’ll attempt to enforce a perfectly reasonable boundary. This is when you learn your perpetrator has also hired public relations.

The screaming begins. The allegations are immediate and delivered with tremendous confidence. Anyone within earshot will be informed that something absolutely unconscionable has occurred.

Do not be baited into arguing your case. Some performances only continue because somebody keeps providing an audience. Besides, you know what happened. The cat knows what happened. God knows what happened. You wouldn’t let him eat plastic. 😆 Stay strong. 💪

The Sinions are nowhere near this level of criminal sophistication yet, but the early signs are appearing. Eyes are online. Mobility is coming. Opinions are developing. Soon they’ll discover elevation, gravity, theft and the extraordinary power of making a tremendous amount of noise when things don’t go their way.

For now, we document. Because someday one of you is going to aak me for one of these tiny criminals, take it into your home voluntarily, and approximately six months later send me a picture of it sitting triumphantly on top of something it absolutely should not have been able to reach.

And I will provide the lifelong breeder support I promised: “Damn. That’s crazy. Anyway, you paid for him.” 😂

Welcome to Sphynx ownership.

08/30/2026

I want to interrupt our regularly scheduled Sindicate programming for something considerably less funny.

This past week has been absolutely insane. Nearly 2 million views, thousands of new people, and somehow the overwhelming majority of you have been hilarious, kind, and entirely too invested in the moral development of six naked potatoes.I have genuinely loved sharing this with you.

But last night, I had to file a police report. What started as “adopt don’t shop” harassment on our Sin posts escalated beyond Facebook and into my private life. I began receiving voicemails that included threats to come to my home. That’s not a Facebook disagreement anymore.

This is my home. My family lives here. My animals live here. When someone goes from arguing with me publicly to finding a private way to contact me and threatening to show up where my family sleeps, I don’t get to decide they probably don’t mean it. Every threat will be treated as real. Every time.

It also illustrates exactly why I have boundaries around access to our cattery. There is an expectation in some corners of the animal world that transparency means strangers should be allowed into a breeder’s home. I’ve even been criticized by other breeders for screening people before allowing them into our private spaces.

Transparency and access are not the same thing. I show you how our cats are raised. I share health testing, HCM screening, pedigrees, veterinary care, breeding decisions, births, losses, rescues, successes, failures, and apparently the developing criminal records of newborn kittens.

We also have veterinary professionals working in our cattery several times a week, and we recently passed a veterinary inspection for TICA’s Outstanding Cattery program. I have nothing to hide. I also have absolutely no obligation to give strangers access to my home.

I support rescue and animal welfare with my own time and money. I participate in TNR, take in rescues, cover shelter adoption fees, donate to rescue, and host low-cost HCM clinics. But there is an ugly fringe of animal activism where people become so convinced of their own righteousness that harassment, threats, doxxing, trespassing, or taking someone’s animals somehow becomes “advocacy.” It isn’t.

And my own history has taught me to take privacy seriously. I’ve been open about surviving domestic violence and sexual assault. I know exactly how devastating it can be when personal information reaches someone who intends to frighten, control, or hurt you. So I’m going to continue protecting mine.

I don’t want this to change what we’ve been doing here. I want to keep sharing the ridiculous parts of this life. I want the Sin Saga to stay fun. But we can have fun only while it’s safe to have fun.

With the page growing this quickly, I can’t possibly see every comment anymore. Moderation Assist catches a lot, but things get through. If you see something genuinely threatening, alarming, or someone attempting to obtain or share private information, please tag me.

Don’t engage. Don’t threaten them. Don’t form a vigilante Sin Committee. Just get my attention and we’ll handle it appropriately. And to the overwhelming majority of you who have made the last week so much damn fun, thank you. ❤️

Now, assuming nobody else requires a police report today, Wrath is screaming his head off in the Sin Bin and the Committee has work to do. 👀😈

08/29/2026

We have a developing situation in the Sin Bin….. 👀. Things have gotten loud!

One of the Sinions have discovered that they possess lungs and apparently a constitutional right to scream about every minor inconvenience. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know who wronged him. I don’t know whether the milk was three degrees too cold or a sibling touched him without submitting the proper paperwork, but one of the Sinions has discovered RAGE and he is using his entire 200 gram body to make it everybody’s problem.

Which brings us to our first serious suspect for Wrath. I’m not ready to make an official designation yet, but one of these little heathens has been making a VERY compelling argument. Ni**le moved? Rage. Picked up? Betrayal. Put back down? Somehow also betrayal. Sibling exists too close to his general area? UNACCEPTABLE.

Gluttony revealed himself through circumference. Wrath may be revealing himself through decibels.

The Sindicate is beginning to self-identify. Now we watch. 👀😈 Who do you think shows themselves next?

08/29/2026

We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled Sindicate programming, but can we take one second to appreciate this face? 😭😂

This little man just went home with his mama and I cannot handle how cute he is. Those eyes. Those ears. That wrinkly little forehead.

Go ruin her life, tiny sir. ❤️

08/28/2026

THE SINS HAVE EYES. Not a Sin. THE SINS.

Most of the tiny heathens have opened their eyes, and I’m not entirely comfortable with this development. Because yesterday the Sinions were basically blind little milk-powered potatoes. Today the Sindicate has surveillance capabilities.

And judging by this one’s face, they have seen enough. 😂 Look at that expression. Eyes open for approximately eleven minutes and already looks like someone who has worked customer service for 30 years.

But my favorite part of this entire photo is Sin in the background. Just watching. Because apparently it wasn’t enough for the Sins to have eyes. Original Sin has eyes on the Sins.

We are rapidly approaching the dangerous stage where six tiny criminals will possess eyes, opinions, AND functional legs. This is also when the Sin Screening Protocol gets interesting, because once they can see their siblings, the opportunities for Envy, Greed, Wrath and general moral deterioration increase exponentially.

Gluttony, obviously, does not require eyesight. That man could locate a ni**le during a power outage. So now I need the congregation on active surveillance.

What do we think this Sinion’s newly opened eyes have already witnessed that produced THIS level of disappointment? 😂😈

08/28/2026

APPLICATIONS ARE OFFICIALLY CLOSED FOR DOLLY & CURRY! ❤️

And holy hell, you guys showed up for these two. 😭😭😭

We received so many applications from people willing to open their homes to a couple of scared little naked weirdos who came to us needing a little extra help. I’m incredibly grateful, and also mildly concerned by how many of you looked at Curry’s résumé of “pneumonia, terrified, screams a lot” and said, yes, that one. I want him. ✅😂

We’re going to start working through applications and reaching out to potential homes ASAP. Our goal isn’t to move them out the door quickly. It’s to find the right homes for who they are individually.

Dolly is coming out of her shell beautifully, and Curry is still Curry: suspicious of the criminal enterprise that kidnapped him, much happier when he has another cat nearby, and increasingly willing to admit that the humans may actually be useful.

There are still a few medical boxes to check before either one goes anywhere, so they’re not packing their tiny suitcases just yet.

For now, applications are closed, and if you submitted one, keep an eye on your email/phone while we begin sorting through them.

Thank you for giving these two such an absurdly large cheering section. Apparently the internet has a weakness for naked cats with complicated backstories.

08/28/2026

Quick clarification from Pink Palace 🤍

We’ve seen some confusion online regarding the recent news involving a Sphynx breeder in Henderson, Nevada, and wanted to clear things up.

Pink Palace Cattery is located in Illinois and has no connection or affiliation with Sin City Sphynx or the breeder involved in that investigation.

We believe some of the confusion is simply because our queen’s name is Sin and our current litter is being introduced with a Seven Deadly Sins theme. Our Sin and her babies are completely unrelated to the cattery being discussed in the news.

We also want to be very clear that the health and welfare of our cats and kittens is always our top priority. Their care will always come before content, attention, or social media.

It’s heartbreaking to see any animals involved in a situation like this, and we’re glad the cats are now getting the care they need.

We normally wouldn’t address something that has nothing to do with us, but since our name and litter have started getting brought into the conversation, we wanted to clear up any confusion.

Thank you to everyone who has already helped explain the difference and continues to support our babies. 🤍🐾

08/27/2026

THE SIN COMMITTEE IS NOW IN SESSION 🙌

After all, a pile of Sins is just a confession. 😂 And I know you people have been waiting for an update, so here it is: six were born and SIX are thriving. Everyone is eating, growing, yelling and generally doing exactly what a newborn Sphynx is supposed to do.

We have also officially identified our first Sin: Gluttony. Hey there, far right. We see you. 👀 I don’t even need a color band to identify that one because, if we’re being honest, he’s fat af. That baby has taken his assignment seriously from the moment he located a ni**le. Gluttony was not given a name. Gluttony revealed himself.

Which brings us to the next order of business, because apparently this is now a group project. Sin herself is obviously Original Sin (Pride). That leaves six babies and seven deadly sins: Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath and Sloth. We have six positions available, Gluttony has already secured his, and one Sin is getting voted off the island.

I have the little colored identification bands ready, but I need a system before I put them on because once these six naked potatoes start moving around, I’m going to need something more reliable than “that one is Gluttony because look at the size of him.” 😂 So I think we need actual criteria. We don’t assign the names randomly. They have to earn their Sin.

Maybe the one who screams like they’ve been abandoned by God because they lost a ni**le for eleven seconds becomes Wrath. The one who consistently shoves everyone else out of the way despite having a perfectly good ni**le becomes Greed. Whoever spends the next several weeks asleep through every family emergency is making a strong case for Sloth. Envy and Lust are going to require further investigation, but we have time to let the evidence develop.

And then there are the color bands. I want each Sin to have an assigned color so everyone following along can immediately know who we’re talking about. We can make our own system, but it needs to make sense and, most importantly, I need to remember it without consulting a spreadsheet every time I look into the bassinet.

So congratulations to everyone Facebook forcibly deposited here during the hostage crisis. You have now been promoted from spectators to the Sin Identification Committee. 😂 Give me your criteria for each of the Seven Deadly Sins, tell me which one should be eliminated from the litter, and assign each Sin a color.

Over the next several weeks, we’ll watch their personalities develop and see who incriminates themselves.

We’re not naming kittens anymore. We’re waiting for suspects to confess. 😈😂

08/26/2026

THE SECOND RESCUE HAS REQUESTED AN ATTORNEY. Somebody call Big Red. Cause this cream boy is UPSET.

You met his sister. She went to the vet, received a glowing report, settled into the Pink Palace and generally seems to have decided this whole rescue thing is a pretty sweet deal.

Her brother has chosen a different path. This is our approximately 12–14 week old cream Sphynx boy, and he is currently operating under the assumption that he has been kidnapped by a very organized criminal enterprise.

He is scared. He is suspicious. He is VERY vocal. And he would like to speak to management immediately. Unfortunately, I am management. 😂

Here’s the funny thing about him, though. Put him in a smaller space where he feels safe, start loving on him, and the entire defense system collapses. Underneath all that yelling is an incredibly sweet little boy who desperately wants affection. He wants to trust you SO badly. He just hasn’t quite decided whether the world at large can be trusted yet.

His sister walks into a bigger room like, “Cool. What’s in here?” He walks into a bigger room like, “WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE.” So we’re working on it. 😂❤️

He also arrived with pneumonia, because apparently being rescued wasn’t enough material for his character development. He is currently on antibiotics and doing well. His bloodwork showed some inflammatory changes consistent with what he’s already fighting, and he tested negative for FeLV and FIV. He is also being dewormed.

His neuter has NOT been scheduled yet because this gentleman currently needs his lungs more than he needs his testicles removed. Once the pneumonia has cleared and his veterinarian is comfortable with anesthesia, he will be neutered. He will also be microchipped and receive his appropriate vaccines, including rabies, before going home.

Now, just like his sister, there are things about his history we simply don’t know. Their parents were indoor/outdoor Sphynx. We don’t know whether Mom and Dad were ever HCM scanned or what health testing was done before they were bred.

That means whoever gets this little man needs to be comfortable with the unknown and committed to annual echocardiograms for HCM screening. That part is non-negotiable.

But his biggest need right now isn’t medical. It’s confidence. His sister will probably be perfectly happy going off into the world without him. This little dude? I’m not convinced.

I would LOVE to see them go together, but if they don’t, he needs another friendly cat in his home. He takes comfort from other cats and I think a confident feline friend saying, “Dude, calm the eff down, that’s just the refrigerator,” would do wonders for him. 😂

So now I need Facebook to do what Facebook apparently does best around here: get weirdly emotionally invested in a naked cat you didn’t know existed five minutes ago.

Share him. Talk about him. Send him to your friend who already has three cats and keeps insisting three is enough despite nobody believing them.

His rescue application is now available on our website. There is no fee to apply. He will have a rehoming fee, and he will not leave until his pneumonia is resolved and all of his veterinary care is completed.

I’m not looking for someone who sees a cheap Sphynx. I’m looking for someone who sees a terrified little cream-colored loudspeaker with questionable life experience, an enormous capacity for love, and a desperate need for someone to show him that the world is actually pretty fu***ng nice.

He doesn’t need everyone. He just needs his person.

And considering Facebook managed to assemble an international task force over Sin refusing to evacuate her uterus, I have faith you people can find one scared little naked man a home. 😂❤️

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