Update:

Of course; one knew that was coming long before it got here.
Due to her really lousy human and social skills, she's not going to come anywhere near her goal, and out of shame and embarrassment, wants to keep the amount actually raised, secret.
For the meantime, this message to me from someone who has human and social skills:
« Sent to: franksolich on: September 18, 2016, 07:09:58 PM »
Dear franksolich,
I remember you from another lifetime! I was [an old screen-name lurking primitives don't need to know] a million years ago at a website called [whose name lurking primitives don't need to know].
Today I saw DU mention your name, and I was filled with joy! You are still as awesome as you were back then, when I would read about your mound of dirt (or a mound of something) and the cats. I believe I remember the name Ella, but back then you had more than three cats, no?*
Seeing your name made my day!
The only person I have kept in touch with, if you remember him, is [lurking primitives don't need to know, and yes, we all remember him]. We bumped into each other at [a web-site lurking primitives don't need to know] a few years ago. I believe I owe him an email, but I have trouble remembering all my different aliases and log ins everywhere. It was a monumental task to uncover my password here.
Best wishes to you and the [cats]!
[lurking primitives don't need to know the name]
*at one time, years ago, there were twelve of them here--Abbie, Snow, Junior, Apricot, Floyd, Gordon, Harold, Ellie, George, Leo, William, and Gustav--all of whom came here on their own. This place is a natural Eden for cats (and dogs too, if any ever showed up), plenty of room, inside and out, for all to romp and play.
But Time and Age took its toll; currently there's just three orange cats, Ellie (mentioned above), Rusty, and Russ.
The "mound of dirt" is still here, the alpine
Jungfrau-looking 470 cubic yards of antique swine manure dating from 1875 to 1950 (when the family went out of the hog business). If one has a good memory, one will remember I'd "baptized" it, by tossing used cat-litter on it, the William Rivers Pitt, and because it's a distinctive geographic feature, it's still known as that, locally.
I'm sure that sooner or later, it's going to be identified thusly, on topographical maps too.