Every day here in the tropical rainforest of Hana, Maui, cats are abandoned or wander out of the jungle looking for safety, food, and kindness. We never turn them away. We feed them, we love them, and we do everything we can to get them spayed, neutered, and medically treated, even when it means long drives, long nights, and bills we struggle to keep up with. We’re asking for your help to ensure the continued well-being of each one of them.

One of our first rescues was Midnight, a beautiful black Bombay with big round eyes and a gentle soul. Eight years ago, he appeared at our door after being left behind when his owner moved away. He chose us. And from that moment on, he became family.

Midnight sleeps with us every night. He talks to us. He watches cat videos on the iPad before bed. He is love wrapped in fur.

A few months ago, everything changed. Midnight developed a painful back spasm that made his tail twitch uncontrollably. He chewed the tip raw trying to stop the movement. Watching him hurt and not understanding why broke our hearts.

Our vet prescribed gabapentin twice a day. Midnight hates the taste, but he knows it helps. He actually comes to us when he needs it, even though his face says, “This is awful.” He forgives us because he knows a tuna treat is coming.

Then we noticed he was losing weight. His fur was thinning. More tests. More worry. Midnight had developed hyperthyroidism.

The pills were a nightmare. We were using a pill shooter, thinking he swallowed them, only to find pills spit out later in the corner. Midnight is clever. Too clever.

Our vet switched him to a gel we rub inside his ear twice a day. Midnight now enjoys his “ear massages,” and we enjoy not chasing pills across the room.

And the best part is he’s getting better. His strength is back. His appetite is back. His coat is soft and shiny again. He’s even getting a little buff. Seeing him heal has been a blessing.

A few months ago, a tortie mama emerged from the jungle and gave birth to three tiny kittens we named Pumpkin, Donny, and Amber. They chose our front lanai as their home, curling up in an old Amazon box like it was the safest place in the world.

Then the storms came. Heavy rain. Strong winds. We lost banana trees and a large mountain apple tree. But all the outdoor cats huddled together under the lanai and in a small, covered alcove. They survived because they had a place to go.

Now we have more mouths to feed, more little lives depending on us, and more vet trips to schedule, each one a two hour drive (each way) over a narrow, winding road with frightened feral cats in carriers. We cover the carriers with towels so they don’t see the trees flying by. It helps keep them calm.

Why are we asking for help? Food is expensive. Medications are expensive. Vet visits are expensive. And yet every single one of these cats deserves safety, comfort, and love.

We give them everything we can. But we can’t do it alone.

Every donation, no matter the size, goes directly to the cats for their food, their medications, and their vet care.

We are deeply grateful to every person who helps us care for these jungle kitties. Your kindness truly makes a difference in their lives.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for considering a donation. May you always be blessed.