april 22, 2026 · raven · 4 min read
the day raven arrived
two years ago this week, a small black cat with green eyes decided she lived here. that was that.
a quiet place on the internet
soft places
for cats
who need one.
one person in antalya, four resident cats, and a quiet promise to keep showing up — bowl by bowl, vet bill by vet bill, soft blanket by soft blanket.
raven is asleep in the sunbeam.
you got here at a good time.
the long story, made small
most of them arrived sideways — through feeding pods behind buildings, through phone calls about a paralyzed cat in another city, through a cardboard box of three-day-old kittens left outside a restaurant. one stayed. then another. now there are four, plus whoever is fostering through this month.
what this is
“the smaller, quieter version of the work — one person, fourteen years, a flat in antalya, a few cats at a time. all of it visible, all of it traceable.”
sherilee.
if you've read this far,
five euros is two weeks of dry food.
you don't have to give anything. nobody does. but if you ever wondered whether the small amount counts — yes. it counts. it goes into the bowl.