Commanders. Generals.
Anyone with a heart...

This is Minie. She was once a peaceful kitten until the conflict reached her doorstep. Now she wanders... Always frightened, wide-eyed and flinching at every distant explosion (or door closing, or bag rustling, or someone sneezing too loud).

She has seen things no cat should see. She has survived. Barely. Look at her face. LOOK AT IT.

Will you turn away?

She is not a fighter. She never was. All she wants is a warm lap and a gentle hand.

But warmth costs coin.

Your contribution, however small, goes directly toward:

• A soft place to hide

• Treats for the nerves

• Cardboard fortifications (essential)

All photos taken by myself :D