Almost Losing Everything – Including Myratz’s Story
Uh! I was working on my website, deep in thought, when I almost broke everything. All my ideas, photos, and rescue stories – gone in a click. Luckily, I saved it just in time. That’s when I realized something.
I had already shared Tito’s rescue story and Pierre’s rescue story, but I had yet to write about our grandpa Myratz. And, oh boy, his story is something special. It’s about fate, a tiny kitten who went unnoticed at first, and the foster failure I never saw coming.
The Unexpected Kittens in the Garage
In the summer of 2010, we moved from the city to a countryside house. At the time, I had two indoor-only cats, and honestly, I wasn’t even thinking about the neighborhood cats. I figured the countryside had its fair share of animals, but I never expected that, almost immediately, stray cats would start showing up in our garden.
And then, in October, the biggest surprise arrived.
A stunning, fluffy Turkish Angora stray made herself at home in our garage – and she wasn’t alone. She had six tiny newborn kittens.
I was thrilled and overwhelmed all at once.
The Foster Kitten Who Stayed -The Tiny Kitten Who Struggled to Eat
All the kittens were adorable, but one stood out – and not in a good way.
Among the fluffy white, orange, and black kittens, there was one tiny tabby who struggled to get enough milk from his mother. The bigger kittens kept pushing him away, and he wasn’t strong enough to fight for his place.
So, I intervened.
Every day, I made sure he got his turn. I would gently pick him up, “plug” him in to his mom, and make sure he was fed. Slowly, he started gaining strength.
At the time, I wasn’t thinking about keeping any of them. My only goal was to find them all loving forever homes.
Or so I thought.
The Foster Kitten Who Stayed -The One Kitten No One Wanted
As time passed, I worked hard to find homes for all the kittens.
One by one, they left to their new families. Each time, I felt a mix of happiness and heartbreak – but that’s what fostering is about.
Except for one problem…
Myratz was the foster kitten who stayed.
I kept waiting for someone to ask about him. But no one did.
Why?
Well, he was just a tabby – the “ordinary” one. While his siblings had striking white fur, unique markings, or bright blue eyes, Myratz was just a fluffy orange-and-white tabby with long hair.
Apparently, “just a tabby” wasn’t special enough. But to me, he was already family.
Myratz: The Foster Kitten Who Stayed
When the last kitten left, Myratz was still there. By that time, he had already made up his mind – this was his home. He was the foster kitten who stayed, and somehow, the decision wasn’t ours to make – it was his.
As a kitten, he was clingy. He followed me everywhere. If I sat down, he was on my lap. If I walked into another room, he was right behind me. He was my shadow.
But then, something changed.
From Cuddly Kitten to “Look, but Don’t Touch”
Around six or seven months old, Myratz had a sudden personality shift.
One day, he loved being held and snuggled, and the next, he became a “look, but don’t touch” cat.
He was still incredibly social – always talking, always near – but the moment I tried to pet him, he’d dodge my hand like an escape artist.
It was hilarious and frustrating at the same time.
A Cat Who Talks But Hates Being Touched?
Myratz became one of the most vocal cats I’ve ever had. He meowed for everything – food, attention, updates on his life. But if I dared to approach him too closely, I’d get a look of deep betrayal and a swift retreat.
His behavior confused everyone. Visitors would see him rubbing against my legs, chirping happily, and then – just when they reached to pet him – he’d jump back as if they’d offended his entire bloodline.
Myratz had rules, and we had to respect them.
The Unexpected Change – Cuddle Mode Activated
For years, the foster kitten who stayed, Myratz, kept his “no-touch” policy in place. He was the cat who loved attention but hated physical contact.
Then, something unexpected happened.
Around eight years old, Myratz changed again. Slowly, he started allowing small head scratches. Then, one day, he sat on my lap – and stayed there.
Over time, the foster kitten who stayed transformed once more. Myratz became a lap cat again. Now, at 14 years old, he actively seeks out cuddles, enjoys being brushed, and purrs like an engine.
It took years, but Myratz finally decided he wanted to be loved – on his own terms.
Lessons from Myratz – The Foster Fail I Never Expected
Looking back, I never planned to keep Myratz. He was supposed to find a home, just like his siblings.
But sometimes, cats choose us – not the other way around.
Myratz taught me that:
- Every cat has a unique personality.
- Love can’t be rushed – it happens when they’re ready.
- The “ordinary” ones are just as special as the flashy ones.
Now, at almost 15 years old, Myratz is still talkative, still fluffy, and still the best foster failure ever.
Would I change a thing? Not a chance.
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