just one person,
and the cats who needed her.
My name is Sherilee. I live in Antalya, Turkey, with four resident cats — and whoever is currently passing through, usually a kitten still figuring out whether to trust hands.
fourteen years of small honest work.
I’ve been doing this for nearly fourteen years. Not as a charity, not as an NGO — just as the person who happened to keep saying yes.
Mornings are bowls. Afternoons are vet calls and laundry. Evenings are the slow work of sitting on the floor with whoever is new, doing nothing in particular, until they decide it’s safe.
It’s not glamorous. It’s mostly very, very quiet. But it works.
because i tried not to.
Because every time I told myself “no more for a while”, another small life turned up at the back door and looked at me like well, what are you going to do.
Over the last fourteen years I’ve cared for five paralyzed cats — Bachè is the only one still with us. So many other animals, too, have come through this house on their way to somewhere better.
The people who read these pages have, against every cynical instinct I had, made it possible to keep saying yes.
what this isn't, & what it is.
what this isn't
- a charity or an NGO
- a place to drop off a cat — please don't
- a tragic place. these animals are happy now
- tax-deductible
what it is
- one person, doing what she can
- a small army of supervisors, four full bowls
- readers like you, chipping in when they can
- visible, traceable, all the receipts on request
that’s the whole thing. thank you for being here.
— sherilee.
and that's it, really — no clever ending. just more bowls, and more sundays like this one.