Why we opened this campaign
My humans and I moved to Israel three years ago. First came the MASA program. Then we finally found our dream apartment: big, bright, cozy, with a gorgeous balcony. I adored that balcony. It had loads of pigeons I honestly dreamed of eating (but didn’t—I’m well-mannered and stick to my vet-approved food).
We made that place a home—buying appliances, furniture, building a life.
They worked. Rami at a sushi bar. Miriam as a photographer. And me? I supervised everything and purred.
On the morning of June 19 we got an alert: stay near a shelter. We grabbed the go-bag—documents, cards, water, snacks—just in case. Siren. We went downstairs. A few minutes later—impact.
A rocket landed right between the building where we were hiding and our own.
We’re safe, but our home is gone. Completely.
The roof collapsed onto our apartment. Rescue teams tried to help.
All they managed to pull out were three pairs of socks, a plush toy from Disneyland, a few creams, and a pair of sneakers. Everything else is under the rubble, and digging it out is impossible—the whole structure will cave in.
Under that pile of concrete lie:
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my humans’ wedding rings
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family photo albums
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the emergency cash stash
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every single document—including mine
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and, most importantly, all of Miriam’s work gear, without which she can’t earn a living
For now we’re living in a hotel. Starting from scratch.
And that’s why I, Max the Cat, am writing to you.
My humans worked, earned, did their best. Everything was wiped out in an instant. Yes, some compensation will come—but when? Even replacing my ID and vaccination passport is a full-on quest. As for everything else—heavy sigh. Cameras, laptops, and gear are my humans’ working paws. Without them, they have no way to make a living. And without that—you get it—there’s no food in my bowl. A cat without food = a whole new humanitarian catastrophe.
Please help us get back on our feet (and paws).
Help my humans replace their tools and return to work.
Help me crunch my kibble again.
To everyone who helps, I promise a session of grateful purring.