Good news of a cat doing well, thanks to our supporters

As you may know, we posted on Tuesday asking for help with the vet bills for this handsome gentleman, along with the treatment some of the other residents at the shelter require.

Thanks to your help he’s looking much better today! He’s lost several teeth (all but his four fangs) and had some stitches, he’s on antibiotics and painkillers, and we hope very much that he’s on the mend.

More updates as I get them, but once again, we thank all of you for the help you’ve given.

If anyone would like to donate for his continuing care, or indeed for any of the Mobsters, we are always grateful.


She looked back just one more time, just for a second; and then she climbed into her pumpkin carriage. This time, with her beautiful, white dress, train long to end, and her glass slipper.

She is no longer dirty, she is no longer hungry. She is no longer in pain, all is well for all eternity, happily ever after.

Although, in afterlife.

We call it rainbow bridge, some just named it plain: Heaven; but wherever it is, it is the land of evergreen meadow, and sun lit ravine; moon kissed sandy beaches, and star studded mountains.

Wherever it is, Cinderella can breathe easy, wave her tail, roll over, chase happily. Running around, making shapes, pretzels!

Her struggle is over; and she finally broke free from all the binds and diseases that stopped her to become who she really destined to be: an angel.

With fur so white and eyes so bright, she will watch over us now. She will pray for us now, she will bless us now.

She will be our guardian, our chaperone.

Cinderella is now happily ever after.

~ Josie

At her passing, Cinderella had left a gaping hole of USD 350 in her veterinary care tab. While some of her treatment are paid for, we have others who needs just as much care, and therefore if you can help us close the gap, we will be truly grateful.


Help for an elderly gentleman

My dear Whiskers Syndicate,

This old chap came toward me with horrible bleeding in his mouth. He was weak, dehydrated, and dirty.

Our shelter is full, but I can’t let him die. I can’t ignore or reject him.

I am now waiting for my vet to pick him up.

In the meantime, I am reaching out to you on this cat’s behalf for a second chance in life he so desperately seeks.

Please be kind and open your heart. I know he will forever be grateful for your magical touch.


“How can you possibly understand how I feel?”, she retorted, “You don’t have a child of your own!”

I flipped my notebook closed. There is no need for a note if a patient bursts out under overwhelming adversity.

I lay my hand across on the table, as her husband tried to calm her down. When he looked at me apologetically I will just nod and smile.

“I gave birth to her in pain!” she screamed again. “I fed her and I love her and I care for her. And she grows and grows with me”

“I gave her a name, I lend her my breath, I will give her my life”, she said again. Tears have stopped flowing down her cheek.

“She was with me when I am awake, she was with me when I was asleep, she is everything to me as I am everything to her”

“And then some kid who never touched any life like you have to tell me to let her go. Don’t you ever look yourself in the mirror?”

“But it’s been four years”, her husband said, so gently, so carefully, “I had hoped that we can build a family and start over. Maybe Allah is waiting for us to give us another joy in our lives”

Then the grieving husband looked at me, and I smile. If only she knew that in torturing herself over the loss of her daughter she also torment her husband and the other family members.

But love had to be blind, right?

Two hours later I closed the front door behind my back. In greeting all others, I moved on autopilot to the very spot in the house that I stand on so often these past few months.

It looks like she is sleeping; just like the first day when I found her, nearly a year and a half on a cloudy day. She was weak and she was dying. She laid lifeless by the road side near the gutter. She can’t even lift her head.

But still I took her.

I gave her a name, I lend her my breath, I will give her my life.

She was with me when I am awake, she was with me when I was asleep, she is everything to me as I am everything to her

I did not give birth to her in pain; but I live her every single day, with all my prayers and all my effort, that she would be delivered from such pain and come back to life.

I fed her and I love her and I care for her. And she grows and grows with me. She is jealous of all other cats, and especially kittens because they had all the attention; but she is endearing in so many ways, more than the whole world may conceive.

On her second birthday, I will send her for spay. The life changing surgery that will free her from the burden of heating and producing children she does not need.

She will be able to run and play, pick food from my bowl, and choose her share by herself.

When she is sick, I sat there sleepless with her; when she is healthy, I celebrate life alongside her.

When she first start slipping her hind legs, I was the first, and the only, to freak out and carry her to the vet.

When she first had her seizures, I was the first, and the only, who would push all the boundaries to find out what ails her.

When her seizures intensifies, and her hind legs start to weaken, I was the first, and the only to ever stay ready to pick her up, to give her medicine.

I am the first and the only to care enough, looking for supportive therapy.

I am the first and the only to care enough making special food, when she continues to weaken.

As I promised, I’d give her my life.

So, it seems like she is asleep, but her eyes are open. Just a few days ago she still moved her eyes and looked at me when I came to offer her drink, and food, and warm blanket, or heating pad. Even, just to change her diapers.

She has been paralyzed for weeks now, and I am, willingly, the first and the only to care to clean after her.

Soon, however, those eyes will not blink anymore. It will stay there, dried, spirited away.

Then I would know I have to make the call.

The call to free her from all the binding of her disease. The call to remove her from all the pain she has to endure, the call to liberate her soul from the trap of her failing organs.

How can I possibly understand how the woman feel?, I don’t have a child of my own.

I am just some kid who never touched any life. How can I dare to tell her to be gone?

I look myself in the mirror.

That dark shadows around my eyes, the long streak of sleeplessness that draws ten years more into my face, that wrinkled smile line.

I took a deep breath. How can a grieving mother understand? How can one compare the holy human to a mere animal?

But I love her just as much, even if she is not my own child.

~ Josie

Although her life would be nearing her end, Big Sister still has the right for the best life support and I intended to give her only the best until her very end.
I would like to invite you to spare a little you have to help me fulfill that promise to her.


Update on the new kitten’s story

At long last, he can lay himself to rest.

Our new baby has been crying all day and all night, and he did so in such pitiful way, I can’t imagine the sheer horror that must have gripped him so much, it’s painful.

He wouldn’t let me leave him; even for bathroom break. He is afraid of everything, even Thelma’s kind and gentle nudging; even of a fluttering butterfly that cast its shadow behind the curtain.

He was afraid to eat, afraid to drink; even when I set him apart in a quiet room. It took me a lot of patience and effort to convince him to lick just a little bit, and show him that my offering was milk and custard, and nothing deadly.

I had to carry him everywhere, listening to his pleas. I can only comfort him and assure him now and again that he is now safe, and nothing will hurt him ever.

I woke up often because he too, was startled every other hour, until he was too tired to do anything at all.

As the day turn anew, as dawn brings fresh breath to all under the sky, morning breeze blow part of his fear and return his love of life.

He will have an appointment for a check-up on Monday; I hope he will turn out just fine.

Thank you so much to all of you, who sent your blessings and prayers and share your gifts and talents.

Thank you so much for giving him the second chance he deserve.

We are matched now, and currently raised USD 525 including the matching fund. We need USD 600 every week to survive and a few more days before the week comes to end.

It is my greatest hope that you would stay with us and see us through.

Thank you again, for all the magic that you do.

~ Josie


Another rescued kitten

My dearest whiskers’ syndicate,

I have just rescued the lucky fluff in the picture. He was stuck in car engine and the owner of the car was adamant that blaring his engine will shoo the kitten off.

You know and I know it doesn’t work. The kitten ended up clinging to hot engine for nearly 45 minutes before I lost my patience (and temper) and crawl under the car to retrieve him.

He is about 2-3 months old and as of this writing have not stop crying his fear out for the terror he has to go through.

While he appears to be all right, he was all oil, dust and grime when I pulled him from the car engine and I didn’t know if he breathe poisonous gas or swallow engine fluid of some sort so I think it is wise to have him checked for everything regardless.

Unfortunately the matching challenge produced only USD 150 on its last day. I know that everyone is a little bit tight at the moment so I won’t ask for more, but if it is possible, please help me help this young boy get his second chance in life by matching the challenge.

I truly hope that after all the horror he has to go through we can all tell him that not all human are bad and terrible and that from now on he will have the chance to grow healthy and happy as he should be.

Would you lend your hand once more?
~ josie