The first Siberian came home as a brown tabby named after a city neither of us could find on a map. A year later, after importing a male from Russia and registering with TICA, the first litter arrived on the kitchen floor.
Eleven years on, still in Edmonton, still doing two or three litters a year, still hand-raising every kitten in the living room, not in a separate building, not in cages.
Scale was never the plan. Three or four families found us in those first years, mostly through word of mouth, and that became the rhythm: two or three litters a year, every kitten named long before pickup day.
We don’t ship. No shortcuts on the waitlist. Every kitten leaves at twelve weeks knowing their name, vaccinated, microchipped, and comfortable with vacuums, kids, and other pets.
