It's very peculiar when you're wearing a lower cut t-shirt under the jumper and before you know it you have tiny cold paws in your cleavage because she's obviously decided skin is warmest and has come to sit on your chest.

I admit that before Daughter got her, I really didn't think I liked Sphynxes at all, but I was relieved that touching them is more like touching suede than skin, and I love her little whisker-dots where she ought to have whiskers and doesn't. I don't love the fact that she has to be bathed every week, and Daughter has to clean the earwax out of her ears with Q-tips, but I get to give her back for that :)