#black sphynx kitten

[iceplanetjesus]

Incredible image on sphynx cat breeders

[bigbosswithoutborders]

Amazing video on sphynx kittens for sale near me

[lacaerys]

blep

[dontwear-itout]

a buncha kitties I’m gonna make into badges! lmk if you guys have ideas for others (that aren’t too niche)

[honysoytquimalpence]

salem & winnie

[animenekos]

Toaru Majutsu no Index; A Certain Magical Index - Episode 18 at 15:51

[sphynxworldny]

Caring for Elf Ear and Bambino Cats: Tips and Guidelines

As beloved pets, cats have long maintained a special place in our hearts. Each breed has its own distinct characteristics and personality. Elf Ear and Bambino cats are two different feline breeds that have drawn notice due to their uncommon morphological characteristics. These breeds need specialised care because of their alluring appearances to ensure their health and wellbeing.

In this article by Sphynx World, we’ll look at the crucial advice and standards for taking good care of Elf Ear and Bambino cats.

Recognising the Breeds Elf Ear Cats: Also called American Curl cats, elf ear cats are distinguished by their unusually curled-back ears that resemble the pointed points of elf ears. The warm and friendly characteristics of these endearing felines make them wonderful companions. To avoid infections and pain, however, their ears need special care.

Bambino cats are a relatively new breed of cat that are distinguished by their small legs and sparse or hairless coat. These adorable, energetic cats are little and have a kitten-like appearance all their lives. Although a distinguishing feature, their tiny legs might limit their mobility and comfort.

Tips for Caring 1. Veterinary care: Elf Ear and Bambino cats require regular trips to the vet in order to stay healthy. Due to these breeds’ distinctive characteristics, they might have certain health issues. Regular check-ups guarantee early issue diagnosis and enable rapid treatment.

2. Elf ear cats’ curled-back ears need to be cleaned frequently to prevent wax and dirt buildup. Use a wet towel or an ear cleaner that your veterinarian has prescribed to gently wipe the ears. Avoid forcing anything far into the ear canal because doing so could harm it.

3. Bambino cats’ hairless or sparse coat necessitates specific care to preserve the health of their skin. Their skin can be kept clean with regular baths using a mild cat-specific shampoo. Your veterinarian could also suggest moisturising treatments to stop dryness.

4. Nutrition: Both breeds require a balanced and suitable diet. Based on the age, activity level, and any particular health issues of the cat, consult your veterinarian to select the optimal feeding strategy. Their entire health is enhanced by proper diet, which also supports the maintenance of good skin, fur, and ears.

5. Environmental Enrichment: Use interactive toys, scratching poles, and climbing frames to keep your Bambino or Elf Ear cat mentally and physically engaged. These breeds may have high levels of energy, so it’s important to give them opportunities for play and exploration.

6. Hygiene: Regular brushing can assist Elf Ear cats avoid matts in their silky fur. Due to their lack of fur, bambino cats may need extra cleaning to avoid oil buildup on their skin. For advice on grooming procedures, go to your veterinarian.

7. Health Monitoring: Watch for any alterations in behaviour, eating patterns, or outward appearance. Effective treatment can result from early identification of potential health problems. Regularly check on their ears, skin, and general health.

8. Socialisation and Bonding: Both Bambino and Elf Ear cats are renowned for their amiable and loving personalities. Spend time with them, play with them in an engaged way, and show them loving affection. Positive exchanges deepen your relationship with your feline friend.

In conclusion, unusual cat breeds like Elf Ear and Bambino cats enrich their owners’ lives with elegance and joy. Their total health and happiness depend on us giving them the right attention, love, and care. Keep in mind to speak with your vet for advice that is tailored to the specific requirements of your cat. Elf Ear and Bambino cats can flourish as cherished members of your family for many years with the correct care.

[followthebluebell]

Hi! Wanted to ask, is there any particular breed of cat in your shelter that tends to be adopted quickly? Are there cats that seem to be more difficult to adopt out?

Yeah, sphynxes tend to be adopted out super quick. I'm surprised we still have Peach and Finn--- I knew we'd have them for a while because we were treating Finn's FIP, but I didn't expect to STILL have them. We usually have a list of people looking for sphynxes, but all of the people on the list are only looking for ONE cat, not two.

So bonded pairs are more difficult to adopt out, unless they are tiny baby kittens.

tbh, a lot of pedigreed cats get adopted out relatively quickly due to the whole 'we have a list of people looking for this exact breed' thing. Like I've already got people asking about Persephone just because they want a bengal and don't mind working with her severe fears. I'm not complaining about that, exactly. Some part of me feels some kind of way about that but I try not to let it bother me too much.

Domestic shorthairs are the hardest to adopt out (medium haired cats are the most popular of the non-pedigreed cats; longhaired cats are slightly less popular but still pretty desirable). People are well aware that they can get a moggie anywhere. I can swear up and down that my moggies are special (because they are), but so is every cat. Can't really argue with that.

Cats that are a bit 'generic' don't get adopted as quickly. Short haired tabbies and solid blacks are the slowest to get adopted. People want something that looks more 'interesting'. I teach my 'less desirable' cats little tricks to make them more adoptable and it tends to work.

Cats with visible, but not super work intensive, disabilities get adopted pretty quickly. Cats with one eye or three legs are fairly popular. People always think 'ohh no one will want this one', but they're wrong. Everyone loves a nice disabled kitty, so a short-haired tabby with three legs or one eye will be adopted pretty quick.

Fully blind or deaf cats are less popular, but there's generally still a list of people looking for that. Blindness is more 'adoptable' than deafness.

Cats with invisible disabilities or medical needs are the slowest of all to be adopted. Like diabetes or something similar. If a cat has an ongoing medical need that could be expensive, that cat is going to be with us for a while.

[cult-of-ynx]

oh my gods

i want a cat so bad but we’re renting so we aren’t allowed to (also I’m kind of allergic but shh) like 🥺🥺🥺

please,,, madame,,,, kibdy,,, i beg of thee…. On my hands n knees rn broski….

-Lexi‧︎✿

[the-tropes-are-hungry]

The Cat's Mother (1/3)

Did someone say mommy issues? Congrats, Narinder, you lose!

CW: Stillbirth, death by burning. [Next]

His mother protected him.

Her litter was cursed. Dead kit, after dead kit, after dead kit. Six dead daughters and one all-black son who came out half the size of the corpses and barely breathing. In their matriarchal colony, he was a travesty.

He let out a single mewl, his first and meant-to-be-last breath.

His mother’s nurse, her sister, took the ill omen for what it was and placed him in the water to drown him. Better to let seven kittens go back to the River Eater together than the incomplete six. Grief would cleanse the poisoned womb. Next time, there would be daughters.

Mother disagreed and took him from the water. She protected him. She held him and groomed him and gave him his first taste of life while his sisters lay cold in a basket and hers lay dying on the floor.

They left the colony before his eyes (only two, Heket teased) opened.

Mother was a warrior. Her fur was the colour of bright sand under the spotless blue sky, her coat thin but sleek over lean muscle that let her twist and strike like lightning. She killed every member the colony sent after them asking her to return, breaking the Wrath Bringer’s prohibition on striking messengers. For this, they became strays, and he wore the blood of mother’s victims as if she’d pulled off their skins and wrapped him in them.

He should not have been a warrior. Every omen, card, tea leaf, entrail, and star said his claws should have folded against sand, never-mind stone. His teeth should have rotted out of his skull. His ears should have been filled with pus. The hatred of seven dead kinswomen should have doomed him to a feeble, terrified existence. The River Eater should have supped on his blood and spat out his deformed bones.

Instead, where mother was the wind, he was her shadow. Where her eye went, his darts followed. Where her sword struck, his claws sank. When she showed her fangs, his already held flesh. There was little she could teach with blade or chain or claw that he could not master, and she loved him for it.

“My little lord,” she praised, purring deep in her chest over every kill, every triumph, every show of power. She loved his midnight dark pelt, grooming him to an oil-slick shine and taking every opportunity to procure the oils and waxes to give him the texture of smoke to go with his flawless grace.

They stayed nowhere, and lived richly (as bandits, Shamura complained). If Mother said they would eat from the Thunder Mother’s table, then they would scale the temple walls and gorge themselves on honeyed meat and rich wine and fill their bags with trinkets and tributes. If she decided the Tortoise Keeper’s tax men demanded too much, they would make a game of slowly cutting around their shelled heads to peel off the shell—only to realize, delighted (and to Kallamar’s horror), that the entire brain came out when they pulled.

Mother adored him, and made his life a paradise. He bathed in her favour, supped on her devotion, and grew tall atop the pillar she raised for him. Six prized daughters had died to bring her one son; therefore, the omens must be wrong and the gods who peddled them equally blind. Their peoples’ colonies did not need another queen, they needed a Lord of Lords to rule them, and she named him appropriately.

“Narinder--!”

It was the last thing she said before she died.

They were, in the end, only bandits in the eyes of the Green-Eyed Queen. Thieves, stealing both from her altars, and her divinity.

Mother had begun to gain uncanny power. He hadn’t notice it, or else he had not been old enough to understand it. The way people whispered of a gold sphynx; a flash of light on the road that became a rain of copper darts and sharp stone; how travellers at midnight could avoid her wrath by offering a pot of lamp oil, or a clever riddle. Whispers, rumors, and—sure enough: prayers.

Prayer, faith, devotion, love. Four names for the same energy, the same power that the Green-Eyed Queen wanted back from them. Theirs was a land of gods and demigods where the love of the many empowered the few. While his mother was never kind to their victims, she never struck the young or their mothers either. She left the elders alone in their beds. She was, in some small corners, to a very lucky few, a grace. A blessing.

So, the Green-Eyed Queen sent her hunters.

A fortnight later, his mother was in chains with nails driven through her wrists and ankles, locked in an iron cage his claws and knives could never break through. He tracked them for three days, twelve years old and trembling with hunger, rage, and terror. All he needed was one chance to spy the key among the knights and hunters. Just a moment’s distraction to get through the lock and cast off the chains and hide her, protect her, feed her fledgling divinity the way she had been trying to spark the same in him.

They dragged her deep into the forest, built a great bonfire to their queen, and hurled his mother’s cage into it.

He fought better than he should have. He killed more than any other twelve-year-old could have hoped for: at least two. In his furor he didn’t see the other figures strike the camp to flank him, he just saw the cage. He just heard Mother screaming, and burning, and dying.

The iron was glowing red when he threw himself at it, but the spider caught him in three strong arms while the fourth kept swinging their weapon. His throat tore with every emotion made sound. He forgot to fight the spider, he needed Mother and he fought for her with hisses, snarls, and yowls.

“It is enough,” said the spider.

He’d dropped Mother’s sword. He’d run out of darts. He unsheathed his claws on all four paws and screamed, shrieked, wailed at the creature holding him. He lashed out in a flurry swipes and kicks and they, understandably, slammed him into the ground.

“Shamura!”

“At ease—he is frightened.”

They pinned him there and no matter how much he clawed and kicked and fought their flesh never wept blood. The spines of their carapace were thick, snaring his claws and tearing two of them out. Their armor was like nothing he had ever seen, liquid black and gold links that flowed like water under his claws. He fought until his throat was bloody, and his arms went feeble, and his eyes were blinded by sweat and tears and smoke. He fought until three horrible days without sleep or food or peace fogged his mind and yet he could still see. He could see his life running thin, the thread of it spun of something almost different but now fraying from abuse.

He saw the moment where Shamura weighed his flesh against the hunger of their brother and soldiers. He understood that if he did not tip those scales in his favor, they would eat him, and at least his flesh would go to better use than the smouldering char of his mother.

He could not die here. He could not let the Green-Eyed Queen take his mother and then be devoured in turn.

He sheathed his claws. He let his arms fall. The spider eased their weight on him until he could roll to his side and see the smoking cage atop its doused embers. He curled up tight as he had been in the womb, and lay there.

He let out a single mewl, his next but never-to-be-last breath, and wept.

Two thousand years later on a hazy bonfire dawn, Narinder will kneel in a circle of gray stone and let the memories come for him. He will remember disciples, and siblings, and priests, and knights. He will remember temple halls and celebrations. He will remember camaraderie and wine and soldiers and conquest. He will remember his mother’s purr and her gentle claws grooming behind his ears. He will remember six dead sisters and understand, for the first time, how his mother’s life was a tragedy and that he had never wept for her, only for himself.

But on that day, in the distant past, on a battlefield swiftly stripped of gold and armor and weapons, with the corpses left to lay in the grass, Narinder limped with Kallamar’s help to his mother’s cage. The squid merely touched the cool iron with a word and it corroded away, letting him inside with a nervous word that anything of value had been taken from her already by her captors.

All he wanted was one more moment with her, if the charred husk flung against the bottom of the cage was anything of her at all. He wanted to make a promise. He wanted her to know he would do it, as he knelt beside her and placed both hands on the corpse.

“I will kill the Green-Eyed Queen,” he whispered, his voice still raw and wet from screaming. “When I am done there will be no more queens.”

When he saw the glint of red he knew she heard him. The corpse was just a corpse, so even his young hands could reach into the charred meat and pry out the sharp edges of a dead womb.

Theirs was a world where faith and prayer could change fate. The cycle of devotion from a mother to her son crafted a crown with a single red eye. The memory of six dead daughters crystalized with intent to preserve one perfect son.

He put on the crown and went back to Shamura.

His mother protected him. Always.

[Next]

I have the Cat's Mother, the Worm's Mother, and the Lamb's Mother all written. Trying to get a full fic to work but at least this "prologue" bit is done. If I actually reach the plot I'll post this to AO3 with its actual title.

[jellykyunnie]

It is I! Cat boy enthusiast anon!

Apologies for my previous inbox submission being very rambly!

Yoo Jinho: Calico cats are very, very rarely male, one in every 3000 calico kitties being male so I think a silly orange tabby guy or the previously mentioned rusty spotted cat would fit Yoo Jinho. Have you seen how tiny rusty spotted cats are? They are one of the smallest cats and only get around to the size of a kitten!

Woo Jinchul: I think I'm set on Woo Jinchul being a serval, this may be because of a "Serval administrator" pun I saw once, server administrator but it's a serval...

Choi Jong-in and Baek Yoonho: I think Choi Jong-in being a lion is a bit silly due to Baek Yoonho, his competitor guild master being a white lion even though Baek Yoonho's guild is called White Tiger. I'm a bit sure of the pick of Caracal as I don't consider him to be enough of a raw chicken to be a sphynx. Baek Yoonho likely would be a white lion.

Sung Jinwoo and Sung Jinah: While our beloved monarch is a black Jaguar, If I would be forced to pick a house cat breed or maybe what Jinwoo would be in the beginning of the story when he just gets system, I'm sure he'd be a bombay cat. I believe his sister would be a normal black cat.

Liu Zhigang: Black footed cat. Black footed cats have the highest hunting success rate of any cat at 60%.

Thomas Andre: Lion.

Kim Chul, who became Iron: Pallas cat

Anyway~ I shall haunt your inbox and excitedly await your response the cat-boyification!

AHHHH KITTY SOLO LEVELING MALES SO KYUUUTTT, I WANNA ADOPT THEM ALLLLLL AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! Jinwoo would def be a territorial baby tho, he's very protective of his sister and fam and jinho, I personally think a house cat Jinwoo would be a maine coon tho xDD!!! Like, he starts off cyute and tiny then boom boom boom he a big boi now!

[rockintapper]

i love you black cats i love you orange cats i love you calico cats i love you tabby cats i love you white cats i love you gray cats i love you devon rex cats i love you brown cats i love you tortoiseshell cats i love you oriental shorthair cats i love you fluffy cats i love you siamese cats i love you scottish fold cats i love you sphynx cats i love you lions i love you panthers i love you leopards i love you lynxes i love you pallas cats i love you deaf cats i love you blind cats i love you tripaws i love you kittens

[ooihcnoiwlerh]

Hiiiiii, my dear 💖 I would love to know 19 and 23 ~ 🤭

19. any new fics to start next year

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

AAAHHH thank you!

19. I want to finish a little fluffy oneshot that I've been tinkering with involving Feyd and his future daughter when she's still a toddler. I know it sounds silly but I had the image in my head of his daughter, a toddler looking like a little sphynx kitten in a black frock playing with his cape and went 🥲 "This needs to be a thing that exists"

23. I briefly tinkered with but never got around to (and probably won't, at least not until next year) a Bikeriders fic from Johnny's POV in which he comes to terms with his attraction to Benny and his fantasies about how he could fit into Benny's married life/considering suggesting to Kathy that they could agree to a compromise and "share" him. Because you can't convince me that Johnny wasn't in love with Benny and that Kathy wasn't aware of it

[roseate-felidae]

Learning new cat colour genetics. Mocha, Amber, Copper, and Russet.

Basically, I learnt most of the genetics of cats and some rodents from a book called the Colour Inheritance in Small Livestock by Roy Robinson. Printed 2013.

But new genes have since been discovered. This us part 2

Mocha- Bangkok cats

What is it- more pink than mocha. A brown colour

Genetics- new c gene, (cm), recessive/codominant with other sepia

Notes- codominant with burmese and Siamese Bur-mocha is cbcm, Sia-mocha is cscm

Amber- Norwegian forest cats

What is it- normal cats matures into orange like cat if agouti. Non agouti is silver tabby looking but has black nose and paw pads instead of pink/red nose

Genetics- extension gene (e), recessive

Notes-

first time e gene in cats

Only effects black and blue based cats and their patterns. They are genetically this.

Effects fur only and not skin.

Copper/flaxen/akita- British shorthairs

What is it- chinchilla (ticked) or shell (shaded) colour pushed so far on hair looks gold and white. Has black paw pads and tail tip.

Genetics- dominant Inhibitor gene (silver) + Wide Band + Ticked Tabby (on self makes shaded) and recessive copper gene (cop).

Notes-

British wide band gene,

corin based

New golden gene

Males can become temporarily silver while breeding stud.

Russet- burmese

What is it- starts off tabby and turns to red with little dark. Born with pink paws and pale tail tip unlike real tabby.

Genetics- extension gene (er), recessive

Facts-

Similar to Amber gene

Kittens are larger than normal

Bonus of dominance of hair, ear, tail, limb and eye types.

Hair-

Cat longhair (l) gene recessive

Sphynx gene (hr) recessive

Donskoy (Hrbd) dominant

Lykoi is recessive

Devon rex (re) is recessive

Cornish rex (r) is recessive

Selkirk rex (Se) is dominant

Laperm (Lp) is dominant

Wirehaired (Wh) is dominant

Ears-

Fold ear (Fd) is dominant. usually single.double gene is more severe pain.

Curled ear (Cu) is dominant.

Tail-

Manx is dominant. (All are Mm). As MM is fatal. Lethal gene.

Bobtail (japanese) (jb) Is recessive.

Curled tail- two genes in one. Over Back gene is co-dominant. Curl is recessive.

Limbs-

Munchkin (Mk) is dominant

Polydactyl (Pd) is dominant

Eyes-

Ojos azules (Oj) is dominant.

[cathumanwarriors]

Cat or Dog Person?

Aka: BC is too familiar with dog breeds due to her occupation.

Firestar: Totally a cat person, would definitely own Abyssinians.

Brambleclaw: Definitely a German Shepherd owner. I can see him having a service dog in his geriatric age as well.

Squirrelstar: A dog person, but she would feed the wild cats outside kibble. Owned several Cocker Spaniels.

Hollyleaf: Had a Siberian Husky while in exile and two cats named Nutmeg and Tinsel. Her husky was named Noelle.

Lionblaze: Definitely a dog person. He would rescue strays of indeterminate breed. Currently has an American Boxer mix named Hercules.

Jayfeather: Has used seeing eye dogs for mobility, most of them being Border Collies or retrievers. He also has a cat at the moment named Ozymandias.

Dovewing: A cat person and small dog person, probably has owned a lot of yorkies and dachshunds over the years. She currently has a poodle named Sylvie.

Ivypool: Definitely a cat person, but after Bristlefrost's death, she came into care of Bristlefrost's Australian Shepherd, Tommy. She also has a farm in the Washington countryside and keeps horses.

Tall Shadow: had a mutual relationship with owls in the area, and used them to track down deer. Would be a cat person, especially so given how she is vilified in history with outsiders (cats - particularly black cats - were considered bad omens in the medieval ages).

Clear Sky: He very likely had a hunting dog of some type, given I don't know what 10th century dogs were like. Maybe a Greyhound?

Gray Wing: Horse. He's a horse guy.

River Ripple: Absolutely a cat guy. Although again, unsure if cats were a Thing in 10th century England. However, when he lived in Alexandria, Egypt, he definitely had cats.

Wind Runner: She was a noble in China, so it tickles me to think of her bringing the ancient version of a Chow Chow with her across the globe.

Alderheart: I think he could be a cat guy or dog guy. I also think he'd keep bugs of some type, like hissing cockroaches.

Twigbranch: A cat person, and owns Sphynxes. If she were to have a dog it would be a truly ugly looking dog, because she finds ugly animals to be super cute.

Violetshine: Mmmm….vibes are telling me a dog person. She strikes me as a poodle girl.

Shadowsight: A cat guy. I can see him with a truly crotchety Persian who only lets him pet her. Congratulations Shadowsight, you live with Yellowfang. I can also see him housing bugs and spiders.

Rootspring: A dog guy, but also has a soft spot for cats. For some reason I see him with a Great Pyrenees that takes up half the space of his bed.

Bristlefrost: She had an Australian Shepherd named Tommy. After her death, he came into Ivypool's care. She also had a "pet" deer in the woods she named Prince for his impressive antlers. He was protected status in the area because he was albino.

Sunbeam: A cat person. She has a fat lazy ginger cat named Porky and a pet corn snake named Pancake.

Nightheart: A cat person, absolutely cannot stand dogs. He has an asshole of a cat named Midnight who is incredibly independent and only lets Sunbeam pet her.

Frostdawn: As a child, she had a small kitten her mother got rid of because it was distracting her from Frostpaw's (Curlfeather's) studies. However, she was told the kitten ran away to find his family. Now that she's older, she knows the truth. What she doesn't know is that the cat she has, Winter, is the kitten of her previous kitten, now grown up.

Leafstar: Leafstar is a bird person. She has had the same grey parrot since 1965 (animals also live longer in this AU).

Tawnypelt: A cat and dog person. However, I think Tawnypelt is a little materialistic so her animals are high caliber and purebreds. She definitely has Norwegian Forest Cats and Bloodhounds.

Moonpaw: TBD. She might be a dog girl. Or maybe there are two wolves inside her, telling her she is a dog girl and cat girl.

[animenekos]

Toaru Majutsu no Index; A Certain Magical Index - Episode 8 at 12:04 Toaru Majutsu no Index; A Certain Magical Index - Episode 8 at 18:54 Toaru Majutsu no Index; A Certain Magical Index - Episode 8 at 21:16