Nak’s Story

Meet Nak, our very first rescue cat way back in 2020 - you know, the year the earth stopped spinning. Picture this - we were driving across a busy road in Dumaguete at night when this tiny creature decided to cross in front of our car. Like a scene from a Bourne film, we hit the brakes and opened our doors to stop other vehicles from passing us. I ran into oncoming traffic and scooped Nak up into my arms while he screeched like a baby bird. It was love at first sight - for me anyway.

He was impossibly small, smaller even than my hand. He couldn’t have been more than a week and a half old. Our first few nights were sleepless, filled with bottle feeding and tears - for both of us. Right then and there I knew I wasn’t ready for motherhood.

Nak soon graduated to solid food, but without a cat-mum to show him the way, it was our job teach him everything he needed to know about surviving. We had to gently usher him to his food bowl, show him that water was for drinking and not inhaling, and even encourage him to pee using a cotton ball.

Once he learned how to eat, we were out of the woods, and from there he grew rapidly. We only intended on fostering him until we could find a suitable family, but it soon became clear that Nak was destined to be a #FosterFail. He came to us with a belly full of worms, and then he wormed his way into our hearts.

However, we quickly learned that in some cases, you can take the cat out of the streets but you can’t take the streets out of the cat. Nak is one of a kind, he plays ferociously, he destroys everything, he likes to eat trash, he loves his dad and barely tolerates his mum (🥲). He hates Christmas and the wedding song from Crazy Rich Asians, he likes to sit under the shower with us, he’s afraid of other cats but will take on dogs. He has rightfully earned the nickname Tiyanak (demon baby).

But most importantly, he’s happy and so, so loved. He’s living proof that kindness and TLC (and dewormer) are enough to save a life.