Sofia House Sitting
Seven Golden Cats and Three Weeks of Cleaning Up After Them
Hey My Journey Companions!
📍 I’m still in Petah Tikva, and as you’ve probably noticed... I’ve been pretty quiet on social media lately.
The simple reason?
I just don’t have the time. 🙈
I keep thinking that if there were two more versions of me, maybe we’d finally manage to get through everything I want to do. But there’s only one of me, and lately I’ve been doing my best to split myself in every direction... if not clone myself entirely. 😅
I’ve been completely swamped with client calls, which is honestly a wonderful problem to have. (Spoken like a true workaholic.)
The more I think about it, the more I realize this busy season isn’t happening by accident.
The talks I’ve been giving, the launch of my smart travel glasses, and the time I’m spending with my family while I’m in Israel... all of it is helping me build something much bigger than I could on my own.
And that’s incredibly important to me.
This week I even set up an official phone number for my personal AI assistant.
He now has his own phone, too. 🥹
Over the next few weeks I’ll be training him, and hopefully he’ll start taking over one of the biggest parts of my workload: sending quotes and automated messages to clients... something I’ve practically been doing like a robot myself anyway.
At this point, I’m honestly not sure whether the bot is becoming more like me... or if I’m becoming more like the bot. 🤖😅
This week I also started working on the very first batch of smart glasses that will be available for rent. 😎
Something big is happening behind the scenes.
And you’ve all been here since the very beginning. 🧡
This week, I’m taking you back to Sofia, Bulgaria, where I took care of 7 adorable cats
Not Exactly a Vacation
I booked this house sit months in advance, and I was genuinely excited.
I knew it wouldn’t be a vacation.
Seven cats means you’re coming to work.
But honestly? What’s wrong with a little challenge?
My First Introduction to the Cats
Before I even arrived, the owner sent me a YouTube video explaining the daily routine.
Morning feeding.
Evening feeding.
Cleaning.
Instructions.
Contingency plans.
She casually threw around phrases like, “Good luck,” and “If you make it through this...”
From the very first minute, it was obvious this wasn’t going to be a house sit full of cuddles and cat selfies.
This was a job.
And yet... the moment those fluffy little faces appeared on my screen, I completely melted.
I remember thinking:
How hard could it really be?
The Longest House-Sit Handover I’ve Ever Had
The day before the sit officially started, I came over for the handover.
We went through the feeding routine.
The litter boxes.
Emergency situations.
Medication.
What to watch for.
Everything.
Normally, a house-sit handover takes fifteen minutes.
Maybe half an hour if we end up chatting.
This one lasted...
Three hours.
A complete masterclass in cat management.
These Cats Eat Better Than Most People
I started calling them the golden cats.
Every single day they get freshly prepared food.
Wet food.
Cooked chicken.
Boiled oats.
Everything mixed together into a smooth meal before a little dry food is added on top so they’ll stay full longer.
Honestly...
This wasn’t cat food.
It was a menu.
Learning to Sleep Again
The first few nights I left the bedroom door open.
Some cats slept beside me.
Some chased each other across the apartment.
Every single one of them had something to say.
Usually very loudly.
Actual sleep quickly became optional.
The owner eventually suggested closing them in the living room overnight, making sure they had everything they needed, and simply getting some rest.
She was right.
From then on, I finally slept.
Every morning at exactly seven o’clock, they would begin performing what I came to know as the daily “We’re starving!” concert.
The moment I opened the door...
Seven cats sprinted toward breakfast like actors waiting for the curtain to rise.
The Real Job Wasn’t Feeding Them
People usually imagine that feeding seven cats must be the difficult part.
It wasn’t.
Cleaning was.
Seven cats.
Three litter boxes.
One apartment.
The work never really stopped.
At some point I realized I wasn’t house-sitting anymore.
I was managing an entire estate.
Preparing food.
Cleaning.
Scooping litter.
Checking that everyone had eaten.
Making sure nobody was hiding because they were sick.
Making sure every cat was exactly where they were supposed to be.
It requires constant attention.
It’s real responsibility.
And definitely real work.
The Routine I Didn’t Know I Needed
And still...
I was incredibly happy I had accepted this house sit.
Not because it was easy.
Because somewhere inside all that structure, I found something I hadn’t realized I was missing.
I found stability.
The apartment felt warm.
Comfortable.
Predictable.
Every morning had a rhythm.
Every evening had a rhythm.
And inside that routine, something shifted.
My projects moved forward.
My goals became clearer.
For the first time in a while, I felt like I was actually running my life...
Instead of simply passing through it.
Holding Someone Else’s Space
There’s something strangely comforting about taking care of a place.
Even when it belongs to someone else.
Even when it’s filled with cat hair and litter boxes.
Holding that space somehow helped me feel more grounded in my own.
Sometimes responsibility doesn’t take energy away.
Sometimes...
It gives it back.
The Real Lesson
By the end of those three weeks, I realized the real challenge had never been the cats.
The challenge was saying yes long before I knew exactly what I was saying yes to.
And discovering that I’d been right about myself all along.
I’m someone who feels happiest when I’m working toward something.
Not when I’m resting.
And as it turns out...
Seven hungry cats at seven o’clock every morning were exactly the alarm clock I needed.
Thank you for being a part of the journey,
Maya🧡
This video was captured with my Meta Ray-Ban smart glasses – my favorite way to share the world through my eyes and take you along for the ride.
If you’re curious about them, here’s the exact model I use.
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Thank you for being part of this journey.