Miko – an update

For two days, I have been trying to post an update on Miko, our latest fighter.
In both those days, instead I found myself falling asleep on my keyboard.

There has not been a single day we did not wake up every now and then throughout the night just to tiptoe a bit and see if Miko needs anything beyond all that we give, that we already give.

There has not been a single day, since he joined our pilgrimage and stole our heart with his heroic conquest to recovery, that we do not stumble on our path, rushing through the door with phone slipped between our cheek and our helmet, calling the vet with yet another emergency.

The last one was a rather severe septic shock at dawn that made us call every single vet we know. No one picked up the phone until eight in the morning. We almost lost him when he finally received the treatment we desperately sought on his behalf, and it took two expert vets nine hours to stabilize him.

Though Miko’s infected leg is no longer swollen; only in a glance he looks promising. In poring over the gazillion tests and reports that we obtain every single trip we made, I saw that his actual condition is gradually declining. There are signs of necrosis growing on his toes, so we do not have much time.

It was Saturday when he got his last septic shock. Nobody will be open on Sunday and especially so because Sunday will be the beginning of Muslim’s fasting month.

I took the decision to call our kitty ambulance vet to ask that Miko stays with her. First because she is native to Bandung, so she won’t be going anywhere for the beginning of the religious festival. Second, she has her own blood testing equipment now, and a new X Ray. Third, because she loves cats above all else, and she was a rescue herself before settling down to a clinic after she got married, and has a baby daughter she always takes with her and who often sleep in the ambulance when her mother is working late. Last but not least, her husband is a vet himself, though he more often handles large animals’ cases.

At least, if something happened (again) on Sunday, or any day, Miko has a vet nearby to help.

Then, my big bet.

Despite the standard veterinary treatment for an abscess, that consists of rigorous cleaning, pain killer and antibiotics (and leave the rest to the animal’s system), I choose for amputation, if the necessity arrives, and whenever Miko’s condition allowed.

Miko’s condition is volatile and he has septic shock, minor or more, almost every day despite our meticulous care. Each time, he fought valiantly and pulled through; therefore I will not take our little champion for granted. I would rather err on the side of life, and let him live with three legs, than hang on to let him have all four but dead.

Miko is still a baby; and each of us knows in our heart that he has his life ahead of him. Each of us puts our faith and prayers upon him, and he turn all our support into the inspiring strength with which he challenges his doom.

I already take three jobs, aside from managing the shelter, but if I can walk yet another extra mile, I will walk it through if it is to give Miko his chance.

I know you are already at your limit, we all have our burdens and liabilities; but if you can still find another dime under the cushion of your recliner, I hope you find it in your heart to give Miko his chance.

~ Josie




Despite treatments from three specialist veterinarians, our boy did not make it another day. Despite our best efforts, his condition declined suddenly; despite consolation from all over the world, he turned his face up, and ran to the bosom of his creator.

Despite his early passing, our baby left us with a reminder that humanity survives, and hope exists. Despite his short struggle, he won his fight for a second chance, he won his fight to receive love, and love he got in plenty during his little time in life.

Despite the loss, our baby’s departure opens the way for another kitten to have a second chance in life. On our way home with our baby, we found two kittens crumpling on each other under a fence; the bigger one protected the smaller. The smaller baby has a swollen leg. Greenish, smelly pus oozing from what we thought was a bite wound.

It turned out, he has multiple puncture wounds, two of those severed his muscle and made him crippled.

He could do nothing but cry when we stopped by the roadside, and I ran back to pick him up. He cannot move his leg and it seemed as if it was broken.

We rode all the way back to the vet office we just left minutes ago and spent what was left of all your donations for his treatment, including a set of X Rays.

Despite all the fear, no bone was broken, but he has to have a surgery to repair his severed muscles.

It will be a long journey toward his recovery. He is underweight, malnourished, dehydrated and weakened; but despite the pain he has to endure each waking minute, he never complained. He drags himself to the water bowl, he drags himself to our food container. He stays still and never meows unless he soiled himself, and despite all the foul odour and bad produce, he deserves nothing but the best.

Despite our financial limitations, time constraints, and lack of technology, we shall go to the end of the world, if it means letting him keep the place our baby left for him.

Despite all the loss and heartbreak, we will try one more time, and we are calling you one more time to stand by the least of our brethren, that he too might live through, with hope, and faith, into the long life and prosperity that is rightfully his.

~ Josie


Update on the recently-rescued kitten

(This report follows on from this recent rescue story)

After two days, our baby boy starts to find peace. His breathing is more stable, he eats more, and he mingles more with other kittens. We still find ourselves relying on pain killer to help him, but hopefully not for much longer.

We will be going to the next town tomorrow to get him his X Ray, in the hope that more advanced technology will give him a better chance to recover. I understand it will be a stressful long travel for a baby as young and as small as he is, but as much as he stands tall fighting, I will fight alongside him.

My heart melted in humility at the face of the outpouring love for our baby. I am so glad that despite ignorance, which seems to plague the world, there are so many people keeping their humanity and uphold it tall and shining.

Allow me to extend my gratitude for all the prayers and support you all have showered this boy with. I am sure he knows that all over the world, people are holding him close to their heart and lift him high in their prayers, most probably for the first time in his very young life.

May your grace and support continue to come to his aid, and may all of them be returned to you abundantly.

~ Josie


Can you help us give this abused kitten a chance?

On my way to work yesterday I passed a small diner and saw this white and yellow kitten crumpling under a motorcycle. Although just a glance, I knew the boy was extremely ill and emaciated. I came back to take him, bring him home and gave him first aid.

As seen in the picture, everybody can count his protruding bones. He is only one ounce in weight; he is emaciated and dehydrated. He was covered in (I assume) motor oil and dirt, so I bathe him with warm water, only to find a large bruise on his rib cage.

Further examination by a vet determined that the bruise was caused by blunt force trauma, most possible (from the shape) is that the baby was kicked with a boot often used by military, The small diner where I found him is less than two minutes walk from a military training facility.

Although he starts to wander around a short distance, his breathing is heavy, as if something is weighing his chest, and therefore he cannot walk too far without collapsing in exhaustion.

Bandung only has one X Ray machine for the whole town and the machine itself is already old.; so We are making an appointment for digital X Ray in the next town to have better and detailed result.

In all my admiration for all your help until today, and with respect to each your situation, I am extending the little boy’s plea in the hope that help is still possible and hope is not yet extinguished.

We cannot guarantee success, considering the baby’s weakened state, but we are currently doing our best and seeking a chance to bring this deserving baby to a path of life.

I hope we find you among those who truly care.

~ Josie



A happy rescue success story

This beautiful boy was rescued on 15 March, 2019; see his original story.

He had been discarded by the roadside in a plastic bag, left for dead, by someone who didn’t care about his suffering.

By the grace and kindness of our supporters, Josie and Sheilla were able to treat and nurture him; he has recovered, and as you can see, there is an immense difference.

He is a cat again.

We hope to save many more like him, and we’re sure that with the collective power of The Whiskers Syndicate, we can.

Thank you, again, always.



We ended up spending the whole night to give four and a half kittens another chance; but even though they are still hissing at us until today, it’s all worth it.

It was a quiet day after a long weekend. One day for the general elections, the other four for Easter. It has become a customary for brands and eatery to offer discounts for voters, and every one went out to enjoy the opportunity, once every five years.

Us? We fill our holiday grabbing whatever jobs we can hold for the extra money.

By the hospital parking lot after we tend to our little colony, we only have half opened eye and a bunch of slumping bones, too ready to give in. We still have two places left to go: one is a lone tom cat with disabled leg; one other is our beds.

There we saw a mother watching her four kittens, wiggling carefree just at the edge by the curb. They are just four weeks old, or a few days more, she is just four months old, or a few weeks more. She is a kitten herself, instead she is a mother.

We knew she was dumped, because a mother with kittens that young wouldn’t expose her litter in an open, wide, sleepless street. We knew she was dumped, because a veteran, or at least a regular street cat, wouldn’t so readily accept a coming human.

We knew that if we didn’t do anything, sooner than later, they will all end grisly.

So we parked our motorcycle, and while Sheilla ran around collecting scattered babies, I approached the mother, and kept her in my jacket. We rode as if all hell broke loose on our rear.

We provided them a makeshift baby bed, towels and blanket. We fed the mother, we medicate one of the babies who contracted Chlamydia.

Then we rode back, and get our duty done; it was two am when we called it a day.

I would love it so much, if I can just flop on the bed and wake up a bit late; but we have to drag ourselves out and cope with all the shenanigans life throws at us.

Still, whenever our brain cramped, our body whine, we look at their pictures, wherever we are. They are why we became a rescuer. They are the reason we keep trying; they are the answer to our hearts that keep on calling.

It might take a lifetime, or few years more; but once upon a time, America, England, Europe thought animals are things. There were the days when they treated animals while denying their rights.

But if we do not give up we might stand a chance. One life after another, we become the change we want to see in this world. One life after another, we will pave the way to those who one day follow our lead.

One life after another, there will be no other four and a half kittens.

One life after another, there will be happily ever after.

~ Josie