Maya - Waiting for Her Hero
Hi, I’m Maya.
I’m a gentle soul with a tender heart—and a story that hasn’t always been kind.
I was born on the streets of Bulgaria, where survival isn’t guaranteed, especially for kittens. When I was still very young, I was badly injured—likely in an attack that left me scared, hurt, and unsure if I’d make it. For a time, it wasn’t clear whether I would survive at all. But I did. Through weeks of care, patience, and quiet strength, I held on.
Today, I carry a small scar on my face. It doesn’t hurt anymore—but it tells the story of a world that betrayed me before I had the chance to feel safe.
Because of that injury, I did lose a little bit of my lip on one side. It’s mostly cosmetic, and my rescuers did an incredible job helping me heal. From the front, you can hardly tell—but from the side, you’ll see that my sweet little tongue sometimes peeks out. I can be a tiny bit of a messy eater (I get enthusiastic about dinner), and I just need a gentle wipe with a warm cloth now and then to stay tidy. We’ve added a photo so you can see how it looks—it just makes me extra special.
I’ve even traveled the world looking for a home that will love me exactly as I am—I spent a year in Germany before making my way to San Francisco. My journey has been long, and I’m still waiting for the person who sees past a scar and into my heart.
Because of what I’ve been through, I’m careful with my trust. I’m shy at first, and I need time. But when someone is patient—when they move slowly, speak softly, and show me they’re not going anywhere—I begin to open up. And once I do, something very special happens. I’ll lift my head and look up at you with my soft, beautiful green eyes when you say my name. I’ll lean into your hand for gentle pets. I’ll curl close, soaking up the love I’ve waited so long to feel.
Despite everything I’ve been through, I’m still playful and capable. I chase toys, jump up to high cupboards, and enjoy cozy snuggles once I feel safe. I’d be happiest as a solo cat with a devoted person—or in a calm home with a truly respectful, mellow cat. I’ve been bullied before, so I need a companion who is gentle, non-dominant, and kind—someone who understands boundaries and allows friendships to grow slowly.
From the streets of Bulgaria to Germany, and now to a foster home in San Francisco, my journey has spanned continents. All I’ve ever wanted is what every cat deserves: safety, softness, and someone who won’t look away.
I don’t need perfection.
I don’t need saving—just believing in.
I just need my person.
Could that be you?
