It comes with a mother.

But when she ran for her life straight into our front yard and through the door, as if all hell broke lose behind her, we couldn’t have known.

As we hide her in one of our laundry cabinets, where she can catch a breath and have the leisure of food and water we provide nearby, we learned that she was probably pregnant, looking at the size of her tummy.

But we thought her pregnancy was a little bit unusual. Her mid section was only bulging when she sits; it swings when she walks.

So we went to the vet. We got her through a few tests, and although we are glad that she is indeed pregnant with live babies, but more so because there was nothing wrong with her except for her Hernia.

We took her home, helped her gain weight, healed her Upper Respiratory Infection, and took her back to the vet. Leaving her hernia untreated will increase the risk of pregnancy complication, and we don’t want to risk the babies, although we have enough at this moment. Really enough.

The surgery extended from thirty minutes to two hours. The vets found not only one Hernia, but at least four, each in different location.

No one had any idea what sort of misfortune befell her, but two hours and more is too long for a cat to stay under anesthesia, so our vet fixed only two of the four Hernias. We would love to keep her babies, however, because there is still some part of her Hernia still left, we opted to remove her pregnancy, effectively spaying her.

During the two weeks in recuperation, she earned her name: Hera. There is no kitten she left dirty, no babies she left unattended, and she even let some of our babies nurse from her. She made sure all her “babies” are present by feeding time, she made sure they have the perfect world cruel people are denying them.

We are determined to give her the best treatments, as best as we can, provide her with good food to recover in the speed lane, and support her with supplements to help her system rebuild what she lost during her sick days as a stray.

But then came FB fiasco to obliterate our finances (and more).

Next week Mama Hera should come back for her second surgery. Hopefully by then, she will be a lot stronger.

There is currently USD 250 in our PayPal right now. We need USD 600 every week to keep our door open for needing cats.
We raised USD 270 in weekly donation today.

We are also glad that we have an opportunity for a matching challenge. Every donation will be doubled, Dollar for Dollar, if made by Sunday, November 17, 2019. If we made the challenge, we will end up with USD 500.

Out of USD 500 we will have, we will take USD 315 000 off the matching challenge and use the rest of the money to give help to other cats in the shelter.

Please help us help Mama Hera get her chance in life.

Most of all, please help us help Mama Hera live to know that everywhere around the world, there are kind and compassionate people who will never fail to deliver.

~ Josie



I am standing here, alone, amidst the foggy wind by my terrace. In front of me, down there, empty road. Further across the mountain, twinkling light at sleepless downtown.
Behind me, the mountain and the rocks. The forest that rolls all the way to the horizon, speckled by the green grass of rice waving in the air.

10th of November, is Memorial Day here in Indonesia.

On this day, seventy four years ago, a whole town slung their bamboo lance, rolled up their sleeves, and went down the road. They have just declared the independence of the republic, but the colonialists just can’t forget the sweetness of our spices: cinnamon, sugar, nutmeg. They have enslaved us for three and a half centuries, what would we have left to fight their fat rear, thickened by the richness they rob from us?

On this day, at the end of World War II, my grandfather opened the gate of his home to various animals by the hills and through the valley, displaced and broken by war. His life has never been harder because of what he did. His family live morning to morning, hand to mouth, caring for the least of their brethren, starting the lineage of animal lovers that would never turn their back on needy animals.

Twenty six days after today, ten years ago, I opened my door to an abused pregnant cat, and another one, scorched on the road, far away from salvation. My life has never been the same.

I have been kicked out of a boarding house because I keep animals, where there shouldn’t be any, whatever the reason. I have been close to homelessness quite many times, I have always been in debt, even when I had a seven figure salary, and much more so now, after I quit my job, to care for all of these, who would otherwise be lost.

Just seventeen days before today, on my birthday, Facebook told me that I grow too fast, so they are restricting The Whiskers’ Syndicate, effectively cutting us off from the funds we urgently need to raise for our most recent rescue: a mother with abortion, four kittens abandoned in rice field, and Calicivirus outbreak in our region.

Meanwhile, came the bombardment of offer to advertise, to “boost” our posts; for various amount of money, to “reach more audience” as if the only way we can survive is to send whatever left we have away to Facebook.

By the time Facebook accepted my appeal and lifted the ban, we have lost more than ten rescues despite our best effort to juggle between additional (offline) work to keep the shelter running, managing the sanctuary, and feeding ourselves. We have lost countless on the street affected by the Calicivirus outbreak, and we barely have money to keep food in the bowl and a roof over our heads.

Five days with no access to the help we need had left a gaping hole I wouldn’t know how to recover.

By the time I wrote this post, three in the morning just off work, we have five critical cats, loan due in two days, mortgage in six days, food for the next breakfast, but then, that’s it.

Whether the founding fathers of my nation, my grandfather, myself, and those who will come after me, the decision to start something new and completely different means the hardship of standing on our own, the loneliness of laboring by ourselves, the pressure of staying in the cold outside of the box. People always say life is full of choices, no one ever mentions fear! or how the world can seem so vast.

But whether the founding fathers of my nation, my grandfather, myself, and those who will come after me; one step after another, one hope after another. Who knows where the road may go? One day the sign will be there and the road will be ours. Years of dreams just can’t be wrong!

Back to who I am, on to find my future.

Future that bring better lives to those who have no voice, future that brings chance to those whose right was denied, future that brings healing to those who are wounded,

Hope, to all who grieves.

~ Josie



At long last, she aborted her last baby. Four in all, premature, stillborn.

We hoped that there was another way, a surgery that will spare her the pain of having to lose her babies in blatant consciousness; but she had just crawled out of the pit of anaemia that rendered her powerless, as she tried to survive after her previous home dumped her in the park, with tons and tons of fleas that takes ages to be eradicated.

Our vet said she wouldn’t survive the surgery, so we had to watch her abort her babies naturally.

Life was no longer the same when she was abandoned in the park, and life was no longer the same when she has to fend for herself in open park, when wild dogs and fiercer cats took away her chances, one after another.

Life was no longer the same when she came to us, as I knelt with my arms wide open, one with food, the other with a blanket.

Life was no longer the same when she looked into our eyes, as she aborted her last baby; that look that ripped our heart and crunch it into shreds.

Life was no longer the same since then, as she spent her days looking out of the window, looking for something that we never would know. Life was no longer the sam,e as she slowly withdrew into her shell of loneliness, though she lives among many.

Life was no longer the same, when a young man heard weakened cries of four babies in the box, dumped by the rice field.

Fearing that the kittens will be prey for snake, he took the box, and called for help.

They haven’t opened their eyes, they weren’t even able to stand. They were left in the field wide open, down in the cold night.
They were all sick, and despite our best effort, they were soon dead.

But life was no longer the same for the little one who keeps on crying. Despite enough milk, warm bed, loving hugs, she keeps on crying.

Life was no longer the same when the lonesome mother finally peeked into the shallow of my hand, and took the baby into the depth of her motherly abundance.

Life is no longer the same as the magic called love, heals a mother, and enlivens a baby; both lives stolen by the cruelty of men.

Life is no longer the same when Facebook blocked us and prevent us from raising the fund at the time they need it the most.

But life is no longer the same when your love shines through, and each share, comment and donation overcame the greed of social media and societal ignorance and help them restart their lives, at long last.

So we hope that life will no longer the same, just one more time. Will you help us pushing their life through, so that they can reach their happily ever after?

~ Josie


Rescued kittens needing help

It was a very long day and the thought of warm tea and coffee (or some soup, perhaps) kept us up on our way home after caring for the colony.

Confused, terrified, cold and damp, these two kittens were peeking out from behind a large basket full of garbage. They went back and forth several times, but unable to find their way, went back and hid behind the basket.

As I walked closer, both ran to me crying and screaming. So desperately, they don’t care that I am a stranger. There was no mother around, An empty sack nearby and their behavior around humans suggested that they once belong to someone before being dumped into the market to fend for their own life.

Obviously, they both came home with us.

Although they both look healthy, both have bloody stool and diarrhoea. Our vets suspected protozoa infection. While the infection is mild, it can be fatal if left untreated for too long.

Our sanctuary’s page has been blocked by Facebook because we are “growing too fast”, effectively cutting our access to the help we need in giving these kittens their chance in life.

These babies are just 3 months old. They should have had their life in front of them; instead they are robbed of their future.

Please help me give the lives that had been stolen from them back. Please join me in giving them a kind treat after the trick and treason their previous “owner” shown them.

Please don’t let life pass them by; share their story, and help me get the help they need.

~ Josie

A mother cat in serious trouble

We took this cat off the street because she was overwhelmed with fleas and ticks. So much so that her fur turned brown by dried blood. She was severely anaemic and underweight.
After two rounds of warm bath, that turned the water black, we tended to her skin sore and give her flea treatment, hoping that we still have enough time to hold on to her life.
This morning we were shocked to see that what we thought was bloody faeces turned out to be a fetus. Following vet examination, we know that she has four babies, all died; one came out, but three still inside.
Our vet cannot perform surgery due to her weakened state, so we are trying to get her to abort her babies normally.
This young, unfortunate mother is currently receiving intensive care.
We are requesting your prayers and support, morally and especially financially as this young mother fights for her life. We cannot help her babies, but we can help her reclaim her threatened life.
Please join her fight. She has no one else but us.

~ Josie



Winnie was abandoned in the pet park. He was young, he was innocent, and so he lost the hunger games against all the veteran strays.

It was five months ago. He was only skin and bone, cowering under the stove of a fritters cart for warmth.
It’s the only way he knows.

We did the rest. We removed all the parasite from his body, we cleaned him and cared for him, we fought alongside him against calici virus, that had made its way with speed destroying his system.

Winnie survived, but the trace of his prolonged infection damaged his nerves. He is wobbly and weak, his head tilted to one side, he walked like a zombie.

We signed him up for a session of acupuncture and physiotherapy, and after two weeks the therapy showed a promising result.

As we walk alongside Winnie to look forward to the day he can walk and run again, we invite you to join us in surrounding him with your prayers and bolster his fight with financial adequacy.

Please help us give Winnie the chance he fought so hard for.