Cats
The Cat House
Jules
Jules is one-half of our dynamic cat duo and a true OG of the sanctuary. She and her sister Becca were left behind by the previous owners when we bought the farm. Jules, slightly whiter in color and a whole lot sassier, walks with a signature strut that says, “This is my house, you’re just renting airspace.” You’ll usually find her lounging on the porch like she’s judging a fashion show, or darting after birds with Olympic-level intensity (results vary). Jules and Becca are often seen rolling around in the dirt like little sun-drunk gremlins, living their absolute best lives. Despite having a full bowl, Jules loves to meow dramatically as if she’s wasting away—which is really just her sneaky way of inviting all the neighborhood cats over for a snack and a gossip session. She’s not just a cat… she’s the community coordinator.
Becca
Becca is one of our original residents and self-appointed co-founder of the sanctuary, along with her sister Jules. When we moved in, the previous owners didn’t want to take them—Becca took one look around, gave an approving blink, and decided she’d allow us to stay. Slightly more brown and definitely more cuddly than her sassy sister, Becca is our porch guardian and professional food bowl protector—especially when it comes to keeping Sirius (our overly confident new cat) in check. She's got a soft side, but don’t be fooled: when she needs a break from the chaos, she’ll disappear into our trailer for some serious alone time, preferably with a cozy corner and zero interruptions. She’s also a climber—fence posts, porch rails, the tractor… anything to elevate herself above the “peasants” below. If you catch her looking down at you with mild disdain, don’t take it personally—it’s just Becca being Becca.
Sirius
Sirius showed up on our porch in January 2025 like a true stray wizard arriving at Hogwarts' back door—battered, bleeding, and full of mystery. Named after Sirius Black (naturally), he had a badly injured paw and a chunk missing from his foot. We rushed him to the vet, where things were looking grim—amputation was on the table. But Sirius had other plans. Fast forward to today, and he’s running, jumping, and living his best 9-lives-left life. The vet estimates he’s around 10 years old (and living with kitty AIDS), but you’d never know it by the way he struts around the sanctuary. His hair might be thinning, but his attitude? Full volume. He’s got a knack for picking bowl-related battles with Becca and Jules and isn’t afraid to throw down over who gets the fanciest feast. Sirius loves lounging in the garage during the day, with occasional royal strolls out to his favorite sunny patch in the yard. He’s a sweet soul who’ll wind around your legs and demand head scratches like he’s casting a charm on you—but beware: if you don’t hit the right scratch spot, you might earn yourself a sassy little love-bite. And yes, kitty’s still got claws.