Why I finally wrote the book
I was never going to write a book. I am very much not a writer. But I kept being asked the same questions, over and over, and one day I sat down.
I was never going to write a book. I am very much not a writer.
But I kept being asked the same questions, over and over. How did you start? What do you feed them? What do you do when they don’t trust you? How do you keep going? And one day, after the third message in a week from someone who wanted to begin doing this work in their own town, I sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and started typing out everything I would have wanted to know on day one.
It turned into a book.
What’s in it
It’s not a manual. It’s more like a long letter — to anyone who has ever crouched on a sidewalk trying to coax a frightened cat into a carrier and thought, I have no idea what I’m doing, and I don’t know if I can do this.
Spoiler: you can. You absolutely can. And the book tells you how.
Where the proceeds go
Every cent I earn from the book goes back into the food, the vet bills, and the next rescue. Buying it doesn’t just put a copy on your shelf — it puts a meal in someone’s bowl. That’s the whole deal.
If you do read it: please write to me afterwards. I want to know what you took from it. I want to know if you’re starting your own little corner of this work somewhere. There is so much room.