A small home for soft landings

For Raven,
for every cat
still finding their way.

I’m not a charity. I’m one person, a kitchen full of cats, and a quiet promise to keep showing up — bowl by bowl, vet bill by vet bill, soft blanket by soft blanket.

Help fill a bowl → Meet the cats

Or read how all this began

Raven, the cat this whole place is named after

found, healed,
never finished

4 souls
+ many bowls

Some of these cats were left in boxes. Some were found behind closed restaurants in the cold. One of them — Raven — came in so injured the vet wasn’t sure she’d make it through the month. She did.

cats fed, fostered or rehomed

live with us right now

bowls filled in the colony last winter

of donations go straight to the cats

A quiet evening in the kitchen, supervised

My story, briefly

I never planned this. It planned me.

The first cat was an accident. The second one was a pattern. By the fifth, I had stopped pretending it wasn’t a calling. I do this on my own time, with my own hands, and with the help of people who read these pages and decide they want to chip in.

There’s no big organisation behind me. There’s a kettle, a kitchen, a vet on speed dial, and a small army of fluffy supervisors.

Read the long version

Quiet mornings

Most of this work, it turns out, is sitting on the floor and waiting.

Until something small and brave decides it’s safe to come closer.

The residents

Meet the small souls
you’re helping.

Each one came from somewhere different. Each one is still figuring out what safety feels like. They’re patient with us. We try to be patient with them.

Raven

resident

The little soul this whole place is named after. Found severely injured, healed slowly, taught us everything we know about patience.

Read her story

Shadow

resident

Found behind a closed restaurant in winter. Three weeks before he stopped flinching at hands. Now he sleeps belly-up on the sofa.

Read her story

Luna

fostered

Found alone in a cardboard box at three weeks old. Bottle-fed by hand. Now too brave for her own good.

Read her story

Poppy

resident

Surrendered when her owner moved away. Took the loss hard. Found her people again, slowly.

Read her story

See everyone →

small souls so far — and counting.

of every donation goes to a bowl, a vet, a blanket.

From the diary

The everyday stuff.

All entries

Apr 22, 2026 · 2 min read

Luna finds her feet (and our curtains)

Three weeks in, the bottle is gone, the litter tray is mostly understood, and the curtains are now considered a personal climbing wall.

Read on

Apr 12, 2026 · 4 min read

The day Raven arrived

She was so small in the carrier. So small, and so quiet. I sat on the kitchen floor with her for a long time before I even opened the door.

Read on

Mar 20, 2026 · 5 min read

Why I finally wrote the book

I was never going to write a book. I am very much not a writer. But I kept being asked the same questions, over and over, and one day I sat down.

Read on

There’s a book

The long letter I never thought
I’d write.

A small, honest book about how this work began, what I’ve learned along the way, and how anyone — with patience, a kettle, and a soft voice — can begin doing it too.

Every cent goes back into the bowls.

For Raven,for every catstill finding their way.

I never planned this. It planned me.

Most of this work, it turns out, is sitting on the floor and waiting.

Raven

Shadow

Luna

Poppy

Luna finds her feet (and our curtains)

The day Raven arrived

Why I finally wrote the book

The long letter I never thoughtI’d write.

For Raven,
for every cat
still finding their way.

The long letter I never thought
I’d write.