I have a little book called 'Cats' by Yann Arthus-Bertrand and this is his cute tongue-in-cheek write-up about the Sphynx ...

"No, I'm not a four-legged bat, or a medieval gargoyle come to live ...Don't you like me? Do you find my nakedness indecent? Come, come, am I any more naked than you? You want to know where I am from? Well, I shan't tell you ... because I am a sphynx after all, so I ask the questions! Wouldn't you like to stroke my soft skin? It would be a change from fur! But maybe you don't like my wrinkles.

I'm actually a kind of Devon Rex, minus the fur ... which makes me all more of a mutant. In any case, those Rex cats are are just beginners at the mutation game, but I'm an old timer! I have ancestors on pre-Colombian engravings; scientists spotted me in 1830 in Paraguay and in 1900 in Mexico - and now that I'm being seriously bred, you'll just have to put up with me!"