My name is Hershey!

Loudy. Hershey. Watson. Sherlock. ??????

Four littermates — two sisters, two brothers — who have never known life without each other. Until last week, they had a home. A place that smelled familiar. A routine. Safety. Love.

And then, without warning, it was gone.
Now they sit together, pressed close, confused and heartbroken. They don’t understand what they did wrong — because they did nothing wrong. They are good cats. Sweet beyond words. Gentle. Loving. The kind who lean into your hand, who purr too easily, who trust even when their world has been turned upside down.
You can see it in their eyes: they’re trying to be brave.
But they are grieving.

We wrestled with whether to share their story so soon. We wanted to give them time to acclimate. Time to decompress. Time to feel safe again.

But the truth — the hard, honest truth — is this:
They will heal faster in a home.
Not a shelter.
But a quiet place with a couch, soft voices, and someone who chooses them.
These four don’t just need adopters.
They need a second chance at a happily ever after.

They need someone willing to say, “I see you. I won’t let your story end like this.”
If you’ve ever believed in soul cats…
If you’ve ever wanted to change the entire world for someone — even if that world fits into four small bodies — this is your moment.