07/24/2026
Hi Frisky Family,
The Ant Attack Saga of 2026 continues… although thankfully I’m definitely on the mend.
I’m still taking things easy this week while I recover, and while Sonny’s son (my bonus son) is visiting from Cleveland, we’ve escaped on a road trip through Yosemite and Big Sur. I’ll be honest… camping isn’t nearly as much fun when you’re not feeling 100%, but the scenery has certainly helped.
Today we made a stop that was incredibly special to me.
We visited HART (Homeless Animal Rescue Team) in Cambria, where Sonny and I adopted Luna and Puma from five years ago.
Walking back through those doors was a full-circle moment.
In August 2021, I’d only been living in America for a few months. I’d gone through a divorce that turned my world upside down. I’d left behind my home, a life I had built and, perhaps hardest of all, my two senior boys, Bagheera and Baloo. They were simply too old to make the journey from London, and I knew the kindest thing was to leave them with my ex-husband.
I was heartbroken leaving my cubs behind, and I felt completely lost.
Sonny suggested we take a road trip along the Pacific Coast Highway to help me heal. Somewhere along that drive, we spotted HART.
I wandered inside, made a donation, and then went to sit with the cats.
As I sat on the floor, a tiny grey kitten named Faith climbed straight into my lap.
She looked so much like Bagheera and Baloo had when they were little that I completely fell apart. I sat there crying, holding this little kitten called Faith, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that was exactly what she represented.
Faith.
A reminder that life wasn’t over. That somehow, despite everything, it was going to be okay.
Then we met two beautiful three-month-old black cats who had been found on the side of a highway.
Luna and Puma.
I remember turning to Sonny and asking if he thought adopting them was a good idea.
I’ve since learned that Sonny isn’t exactly the voice of restraint when it comes to rescue animals. He’d probably let me adopt a pet alligator if I wanted one. He’d grumble about it… and then quietly build it the nicest enclosure you’ve ever seen.
So Luna and Puma came home with us.
Walking back into HART today wasn’t emotional because I’d forgotten those memories. Quite the opposite. They have stayed with me ever since. Every time I look at Luna and Puma, I’m reminded of that road trip, of Faith, and of the woman who was desperately hoping life would get better.
And it did.
Frisky was born from those difficult years and has now been open for almost four years. Since then, we’ve rescued, cared for, and found homes for hundreds of cats, built an incredible community, and discovered that sometimes the hardest chapters of our lives quietly lead us exactly to where we’re meant to be.
Of course, there were adorable kittens everywhere today.
But it wasn’t a kitten who stole my heart.
It was Gracie.
A beautiful 22-year-old former TNR cat, who climbed onto my lap, curled up, and promptly fell asleep as though we’d known each other forever.
Kittens are wonderful, but the older souls… the ones with a few scars, a lifetime of stories, and maybe not as much time left… they have a way of finding their way straight into my heart.
Anyway, I thought I’d share this sentimental little story… just in case someone out there needs a little Faith today.
Love,
Mrs. Frisky xx
