That's nice.  But if Hawaiians don't come to their senses and eradicate the feral cat scourge that's contaminating those islands' near-shore habitats with Toxoplasma gondii oocytes, it won't help the monk seals.  They're washing up dead on Hawaii's beaches from toxoplasmosis.  So are bottle-nosed and spinner dolphins.  So are critically endangered red-footed boobies and Nene' geese (Hawaii's state bird).  Oh yes, and 325 humans die from it in the US annually.

The New Zealand government has recently vowed to destroy every feral cat on its soil.  If Hawaii doesn't follow suit, Hawaii will become a giant, flyblown litter-box in which the breezes that once carried I'iwi bird song and the scent of beach Naupaka flowers will instead spew forth the incessant mewling of cats and the acrid stench of their feces and urine.

Irresponsible "cat-lovers" and their noxious 'pets' have been shabbily destroying Hawaii since Mark Twain visited there 150 years ago.  And they're still doing it.