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In May 2026, two kittens came into my life. They were orphans, just 17 days old, and couldn’t see or walk properly. I had no idea what to do next.
So I started asking. Where do I find someone to foster them? Is there a shelter that takes kittens this small? What do they eat? Which vet should I go to, and who’s open right now? Every answer led to another question.
Then help arrived, one person at a time. MM added me to a community WhatsApp group and sent KMR, milk formula made for kittens. MV replied with how to feed them. KJ called, and kept checking in on us, call after call. AN came over to feed them and told me he was available 24x7 for the kittens. AM came that same evening, and came back again and again. And DS patiently answered every worry I had, even the ones I didn’t know how to ask.
I had never met any of them before. Strangers, every one of them, and they showed up anyway. Faith in humanity, restored.
At work, my colleagues backed the idea of raising them myself and shared their own stories. That gave me the courage to try.
What I learnt
I saw several vets and heard several views. Every clinic had different timings, and I never knew who was open when I needed them. Food was its own puzzle. These two were picky eaters, so we tried brand after brand, and some of what they ate came from people who shared what they had. One day a pet shop delivered food to my door without asking me to pay first. I had to call KM, another stranger, and remind him to send his QR code. Faith in humanity, restored again.
Mann and Ishan
I named them Mann and Isha. At around four months, a vet took a closer look and told me both were boys. So Mann stayed Mann, and Isha became Ishan.
They’re doing well. Mann likes to sit on my keyboard while I type late at night, like right now. Ishan is the serious one. He wants his food at the proper time, and then he rests.
Beyond my gate
Being part of an adoption group, I kept seeing animals who needed the same things Mann and Ishan did. And I wondered: am I only caring for the ones inside my gate? What about the others?
Then I met SP, a friend who had spent years helping large companies sell their surplus stock. A distributor had approached him with surplus premium pet food: good, sealed food that would have gone to waste while animals outside our gates needed it. SP showed me how that food could reach the people and animals who need it.
The dots connected. We saw a possibility, and Pawket Friendly began.
Why Pawket Friendly
If strangers could do all this for two kittens, a whole city can do it for every animal. The answers I needed were out there, scattered across WhatsApp groups, phone contacts and word of mouth. So I put them in one place you can open any time, on any phone: vets and their timings, good food at a fair price, shelters, carers and the people who help. Every question I had is now a page on this site.
Thank you, MM, MV, KJ, AN, AM, DS and KM. None of you knew me, and you came anyway. This started with you. And thank you, SP, for showing me what it could become.
HP