Hi everyone, my name’s Richard. I’m 79 years old, and for most of my life I’ve quietly run a small shelter for cats who had nowhere else to go. left behind, injured, or simply unwanted. Many arrived frightened and distrustful, and over time learned what warmth and safety feel like again. The shelter is struggling now. Costs keep rising, my body isn’t what it used to be, and I worry about what happens to these cats if I can no longer keep the doors open. I can’t do much heavy work anymore, but I still spend my evenings at the workbench, restoring old wooden items and carving small pieces by hand. Every piece I finish helps cover food, litter, and vet care, and keeps the lights on a little longer. There’s no obligation at all but if you choose to support us, you’re helping ensure these cats don’t lose the one place that’s ever been home. Thank you for listening.