21/09/2026
I am an owner/slave, a failed foster carer, current long term foster carer and an independent rescuer.
Rescue isn’t about having a title, a registration, a polished page or an impressive organisation behind you.
It’s about what you do when nobody is watching.
It’s the late nights sitting up comforting a sick cat, the vet bills you didn’t plan for, the cats that were supposed to be temporary but somehow became your responsibility, the gaining of trust from a street cat that you agreed to give a forever home to or just turned up, the heartbreak when things go wrong and you have to say goodbye, and still getting up the next day because there is another cat that needs you.
I’ve seen how easily people can judge someone’s legitimacy based on paperwork, while completely overlooking the years of hands-on experience, sacrifices and emotional investment that can’t be measured by a registration number.
I’m not against registered rescues, I currently foster for one and there are many wonderful people doing incredible work within formal organisations. But registration alone doesn’t make someone compassionate, experienced, ethical or trustworthy — just as not having a formal organisation doesn’t mean someone lacks those qualities.
Some of us have simply chosen a different path.
We help because we can’t turn our backs on an animal in need, not because we want recognition, praise, a title or donations.
And honestly, I think that’s something people sometimes forget.
Behind every rescue story is a person who has sacrificed time, money, sleep and sometimes their own emotional wellbeing because they cared enough to step in.
I’ve been there in my own way, and I will always respect the people who quietly keep showing up for animals, whether they have a registered organisation behind them or not.
Photos include past and present members of the Crew.
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