Rosie, Poppy and Ollie have really changed the whole life of my family, and we are extremely grateful to them.
Rosie & # 39; s story starts about 3 years ago when my oldest daughter (who was then 9) had asked for a cat to come to our family. Our 15-year-old family cat (a rescue girl for tuxedo) had died earlier in the year and had asked it quite often since then. My daughter was diagnosed with Sensory Processing Disorder when she was younger, and it affects every aspect of her life every day. Around the time she was 7, we rescued an older golden retriever (Lucy), and we thought that would help her with her daily struggles. Lucy has been like sunshine in our entire lives, but she was unable to help my daughter the way I thought she would.
My daughter then started visiting and volunteering at our local shelter. In the beginning she struggled enormously with animals around her disorder. The sights, sounds, smells overwhelmed her so much that she really hesitated to go back, even though she loves animals. After a few adjustments, she was able to find her place among the animals, especially cats. She was always friends with cats that seemed to get the least attention from visitors (the elderly, the "unfriendly", or the cats that weren't the "cutest"). I feel that she somehow identified with them, it was okay that she didn't & # 39; perfect & # 39; but they still had goodness in them and she always made sure she spent her time with them. Unfortunately, most cats with whom she had a relationship had problems where they were not suitable for homes with other pets or children.
After a while, she came to the point that wanting a cat was more than just a wish, so I told her to do some research and see if there was a cat of some sort that would fit well in our family (good with children, other pets, friendly, etc.). I told her that after her research we would do our best to see if a cat came to a shelter that matched the type of cat that best met those requirements. After her research, she came to me with a list of top 5 breeds that would match those personality traits. Guess what her number one choice was … a Sphynx.
I have to admit, when she said that, I had a negative reaction almost immediately. I suppose the display of Sphynx cats in movies and on TV (Mr. Bigglesworth from "Austin Powers" and Rachel's cat on "Friends"). I said nothing to her and let her tell me why she thought a Sphynx would suit our family well. Not to mention, she had a fascinating presentation (complete with a website about Sphynx cats that she made). I asked her if their appearance mattered, and she said it wasn't about how they looked, but more about their personality. Again, this probably touched her because she doesn't fit into the stereotypical shape of how a girl should dress & # 39; and therefore has been plagued throughout her life. After hearing all of her research, I said we should ask her mentor at the shelter if they ever received Sphynx cats. Unfortunately we were told that the chance that a Sphynx entered the shelter was almost zero. We have reached as many shelters as possible in our area and we have been told the same. I informed her that I would view our local ads and see if anyone posted about a Sphynx there. It turned out that I could find an offer for someone who had taken her daughter's Sphynx cat. Unknown to her, the cat was pregnant, so she was looking for homes for the kittens.
I had never seen a Sphynx personally, but I promised my daughter (and myself) that I would have an open mind when visiting. The only thing I can say is … it was love at first sight. This was when Ollie (our Sphynx boy) joined our family. His large insect eyes melted my heart and his jumbo ears cast a smile on my face that I couldn't get rid of. I knew immediately that he would join our family. Since Ollie comes to our family, my daughter has literally been given a new life. Her symptoms seemed to decrease tenfold. She immediately attached herself to him and has become his biggest fan. She takes care of him beyond what I thought was possible, and in the past (almost) 3 years, there has only been an owner and pet for him, she is literally his mother. She bathes him, feeds him, talks to him, plans all his birthday celebrations, holds him when the weather is bad and tells him daily how wonderful he is.
Ollie had changed our entire family (especially my oldest daughter) to "Sphynx cat advocates" as she says. She proudly wears a backpack with Ollie printed to school, and despite hearing negative comments, she always stays calm and explains how they are not like some people portray them as "scary and mean".
After having had Ollie for a while. , my daughter started again to ask for a cat mate for Ollie, because she felt he would like another cat to keep him company. This was when Snowy entered our family. My daughter had done volunteer work in her shelter and let me know about this little white, scabby kitten with two differently colored eyes. I told her we would visit her, and again, we fell in love and adopted her immediately. Unknowingly for us, Snowy had a genetic condition that would unfortunately end her life sooner than we knew.
We had Snowy for only a few months when one day she suddenly became extremely listless and her nose started to look Very pale. I hurried her to our vet, where we were told to take her to the vet. On the way, she didn't make it and died in my husband's arms. We were told that it was a genetic disorder, and there was nothing we could have done to save her. We were devastated by it, and more than heartbroken. My daughter's mentor in the shelter told us that, unfortunately, other cats from the same litter they had saved had passed, and that we gave her the best life we could in her short time.
We were not sure if we would get a new cat after Snowy was over, because our hearts were all very soft and vulnerable. After a while we decided that we would look again, but this time we would look again at our local ads to see if we could get another Sphynx. Ollie had a hard time losing Snowy, so we knew we wanted another companion for him. Eventually I found an offer for a similar situation to Ollie, where the owner had received a Sphynx cat and did not know she was pregnant. From photos of the classified, it was really hard to see the kitten, so I finally went on a visit and saw that it was a small pink kitten with two different eye colors! The hair on my arms rose as soon as I saw her. It was like a small hairless version of Snowy! Needless to say, this little pink girl eventually … Rosie!
She fitted in almost seamlessly as soon as we brought her home, and you could see the happiness returning to Ollie soon after she got home. After some time, Rosie and Ollie had their first litter of kittens, and as much as we wanted to keep all babies, we knew it was our time to let other people feel the love we felt when we had our baby. ; s got. Rosie and Poppy had a band early, so we knew she would stay with us.
Rosie and Ollie brought us so much happiness that I decided to start an Instagram page for them. The main goal was to show my daughters that although their pets might not look like & # 39; traditional & # 39; Pets, people could respond positively to them despite their different looks. Seeing the (mainly) positive reactions to their photos makes my daughters smile because they know that their babies can also bring happiness to others. It is also an incredible positive outlet for myself, because I am sensitive to major depression.