And so will the kittens, who lost the love of their own mother and found hope in Mika’s abundant giving.
And so will us.
And so will The Whiskers’ Syndicate.
Drawing strength and inspiration in Mika’s faithful serenity, I took more job than I should to provide sufficiently for all these deserving cats, who live courageously despite all their misfortune.
More job means, less time to go online, and less time online, means no one comes to support us. No one come, means that the already meagre donations that we receive dropped even more.
Many times I felt that I was taken hostage by my life as a rescuer, and many times out of those moment it angered me that the harder I try, the more life played and laughed at me.
But should I?
This is the life that I choose; and I choose this life instead of the stable income of a multinational company executive with car, branded clothing, stilletos, red lipstick and six figure income.
This is the life that I choose, because every time I saw one of these lesser of my God’s brethren, dying, crying, abused, neglected, sick, denied of all the life that God provide that should belong to them, the calling in my heart is louder, and my compassion reach out to them stronger.
This is the life that I choose, knowing that the challenge surmounting is bigger than me; and yet, with faith that if I take that first step, somewhere along the thousand miles of hell and dark alleys that I have to pass, I will find the lights of hope, friends, companion, that will walk through it with me.
I do found them. I found you all.
At the end of this week, despite all my efforts offline, and hard work from all of those online, we raised USD 305; half of what we should have to stay alive.
Most, if not all of people in going out from dire moments, will say “That’s enough, only once, no more!”
But for us here at Whiskers’ Syndicate, going through our day worrying about how we will provide for the cats tomorrow, whether we will still have our shelter next week, what will happen to all of us, is our daily life. The fear is real, and it adds salt and vinegar to our already wrung brain that we can only do our best.
A loving family and a dear friend had sent me combined sum of USD 550, with note that I should use it for myself, in celebration of my coming birthday on October 25th.
I have enough clothing to keep myself warm. They are not fancy, but decent. I have enough food for myself and to support my troubled caretaker. Simple food, as simple as our cats’ dinner of oat and chicken (it’s just that ours is vegetables), but those are enough, as long as we enjoy them knowing that every kitty, inside and out, have enough in their tummy.
I have roof above my head, I have sky and sun to light my day, I have this old computer to reach out to the world.
I have all I need.
So I will put my USD 550 birthday gift on the table, and challenge you all to match it. Every donation, Dollar for Dollar, Pound for Pound.
Help twice as much cats as long as we possibly can. It might be only once, it might be insignificant, but one help might be the only that they need to continue living and find better chance.
Purchases made in our fundraising page and paid for within the tenure of the matching challenge eligible to be doubled.
And here I am, in front of an empty table, waiting for those who will light a candle and make a wish with me for better life for these deserving furry angels.