Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome!

That’s how you open properly, right?

Hi! I’m Dan, and with me as I write this are my two sons (cats), Victor and Beckett. To initially bring you up to speed, we lost our home, as in the one we owned, to the bank in May of 2025. After that, with nowhere to go, we used crowdfunding to travel a portion of the northern and western United States, looking for a home, much the same way the colonists of the Roslin/Adama led Galactica fleet did. After many attempts and failures, we ended up in a place we never thought we’d be, Los Angeles, California. This should be where the story ends, right? We found a place, got a job, and we were never without food or catnip again is how it's supposed to work. That’s supposed to be it.

How many finales are too many?

Seriously, I don’t know. Every time I think I’ve got things figured out and that it's all going to be ok, I discover that yet another rug lay beneath me for what seems the sole purpose of it being pulled out from under me.

When last we were here, using my own account as opposed to Zack running a campaign for me due to fatigue (thank you Zack), Things were looking more hopeful in some ways.

My last update to my previous campaign was upbeat because I thought I had a job and things were on an upswing. It was a brief but good time in my headspace. But you should read on, and please feel free to check my previous campaigns if you’re unfamiliar with the tragedy of Daniel And The Feline’s Den.

As you may have guessed by the fact that I'm back here, I’m in trouble. Here’s the breakdown:

Arrived in the LA region, had a line on a job, was living in motels and raising money pretty much daily for the shelter.

Got hired by the manager for the job. The owner called his decision back, and wanted to meet me. He spent the meeting staring at my cane and peppering comments about how much walking was involved. The job offer was rescinded.

Got hired for another job. Went in and filled out all the new hire paperwork. Got called by the department head the next day and told that the job offer was being rescinded because I didn’t have a California license or car insurance. I asked if a grace period could be allowed to get them, since they admitted it would be at least 6 weeks until I’d need them. They mentioned my disability a few times. I was not allowed a grace period.

Was basically given a job by the owners of a company a friend works for. In retrospect it seems they did it to make him less stressed about his efforts helping me, how they may have been impacting his work or attention, and how his boss was generally sick of hearing from him about it

The job never existed. After months of asking for login credentials, I discovered there was zero infrastructure for this 100% commission sales position. The position had never existed in the company before, and didn’t now. It would have been a ridiculous amount of time to track sales, track commissions, track legacy sales, compare versus existing non-eligible sales or accounts, and also make my sales calls. It was 2 jobs with zero pay. They would not even send product samples or any equipment to do the job. While still crowdfunding my survival day to day, I had to come up with funds for a home office (chair, desk) and a laptop, because they literally provided no foundation for working.I sent a proposal for building and setting up the needed infrastructure, which I’ve done for small companies and helped large ones with in the past. I gave a lowball offer/quote, pointing out that my interest was to be with the company and help the company grow, but I needed to be earning living funds. They ghosted me and gaslit my friend, telling him that they had provided everything I needed to do the job. If you’ll pardon me, what a crock of shit from a couple of assholes that make their living off of contract laborers, and not employees. The definition of a business that shouldn’t exist since it can’t pay employees and provides zero benefits. Hell, they expect people to go to sales conventions and events for free with the hope they may be given some sort of undefined compensation after. Nice enough people. Not necessarily good people.

The one good thing they did was give me a letter of employment early on, when I actually believed there would be work and pay coming from the situation. With that job offer letter I was able to get help from the United Way getting into the leased room rental I’m now being forced out of. One of the daughters of the owner/landlord contacted me through a roommate website. After interviews, and making sure they were up to speed on my situation, they agreed to let UW pay the initial month rent and deposit, and I had a 6 month lease, going month to month after. I literally thought everything was going to be ok. Then the BS with the job not actually starting happened, and I was crowdfunding monthly rent and living expenses all over again. The upside is it was monthly instead of daily. Downside is that the last week before rent was at the final due date was some of the worst stress I’ve experienced, and it happened repeatedly.

For the last few months I’ve been applying for work, collecting rejection letters, and going on the occasional interview. It’s simple to say that I do not fit the aesthetic desire of the LA region for in-person workers. For some reason I’m not that surprised or insulted by that. I’m a Missouti 4 on a good day at this stage of life, so converting to the SoCal scale I’m lucky to be allowed outdoors in daylight.

Somehow, by the grace of internet angels, I never missed rent, and always had it paid within terms of the lease with no late fees. Even with that, last week I was given a notice of lease termination.

This is the big issue now. My landlord and his team of management daughters are not allowing my lease to renew. As of March 15th, 2026 I’m without a home again. The difference between this time and last time is that this time I have no cushion, nowhere ready for me to go because of lacking funds, and I have no employment to show a prospective landlord that I'll be able to pay. I may get some of my deposit back, but who knows how long that will take. I have little faith in receiving much, as the landlord has some expectation of conditions that are just outside of reality, such as the time he was upset that I “scratched the carpet” because a cardboard box with a foam bottom that I moved had shifted the fibers in an unfamiliar way. I’m not joking about that. Also not trying to be insulting, but it’s a consideration.

That’s where I’m at this time. In 20+ days the cats and I have to be out on the road living out of the car again. What also doesn't help is that the car is having mechanical issues, and the registration for California is now 2 months overdue (I won’t go into the Missouri registration issue). Those are expenses I’ve not been able to manage due to, well, everything else in trying to reestablish life.

Things are most bleak 48 miles west of San Dimas, dudes.

Now, here's where things get sticky. I don’t have a good solid plan beyond:

*Surviving

*Not getting swept up in ice or lapd homeless raids

I’m trying to find a way for us to survive. If you’ve followed along our path at all, you know how hard I've been fighting to not lose my boys. I still don’t want to lose them. My survival time without them will not be long. I also know they need to stay together, and to a lesser extent need me. If I’m out of here with no funding to get a place to stay for us, I have to find them a shelter to go to. Somewhere that’s set up to handle special needs cats, will work to help them together, and is in an area with a larger than normal percentage of cat people in the populace. But Ideally I get to keep them with me.

Right now the only thing I can think of is trying to get a business apartment or studio rental in an area with a grossly different appearance demographic and find work there. Without a place to stay I’m done. There’s nothing left for an unemployed, homeless, disabled guy out here. So that’s the current plan. Get funds for a roof for a few months, get to a better area for people that show wear, tear, and defects, and take one last stab at making a life for me and my boys.

I’m going to need help from everyone in my circles. All of the friends and connections I’ve made on this insanely long spiral of a journey. I need to somehow figure out how to get the ball of my life between the gutters, to the net, and in the hole of victory, and not in the toilet. If you’re willing to help, I’ll need your ideas, your efforts in sharing my campaign, efforts in sharing my needs in your circles, and help finding where we’re supposed to be. I don’t want to lose my boys, and I don’t want to go. Please help us however you can, be that via donations or sharing.

We appreciate you being here with us and for us.

I hope that your lives have been stable or improved during this time. If nothing else, I’d feel better knowing us riding down on life’s wheel allowed some good people to rise.

Be well, and be kind.

Thank you.

Dan, Beckett, and Victor