This isn’t your typical “foster fail” story. We weren’t even fostering Ser Pounce (initially named Indiana Jones). We just agreed to watch him for the weekend while his foster was out of town.
Let’s start at the beginning of this love story. Once upon a time, I met Riley. It was love at first sight.
It was love at first name with Ser Pounce. We actually named him before he existed. We were watching an episode of “Game of Thrones” (*spoiler alert)… the young king Tommen was speaking with Margaery and she asked the name of his cat. “Ser Pounce!”, he replied. I looked at my husband and said, “THAT IS THE BEST NAME EVER.”
My husband and I had talked about getting a 2nd dog – a cat was never in the plan. Whenever Riley was around cats, she seemed anxious and unhappy. As we welcomed our guest, it was definitely not love at first sight. “Anxious” and “unhappy” perfectly describes the first twelve hours of the weekend. The following 6 hours, Riley compulsively licked Ser Pounce. By Saturday evening I was counting the hours until the cat would be out of the house. Not because of the cat, he was a real trooper and put up with all of Riley’s antics, but I was seeing a neurotic side of our dog that I’d never seen before and I didn’t like it.
We weren’t going to keep Ser Pounce – it was just for the weekend, after all. But, as we returned the cat, over the next few days I missed him. And it seemed as though Riley missed him, too. I broached the topic with my husband. He admitted the cat was terrific, but he had understandable concerns (added expenses, boarding fees when we travel, allergies, potential smells, etc. etc.). We talked about it, then tabled it. After one or three additional conversations, we came to an agreement. We were going to adopt Ser Pounce.
The plot that has developed since the adoption is pretty extraordinary. Riley and Ser Pounce love each other. Correction. They LOVE each other. They play, they nap, they snuggle, they eat together. Ser Pounce cries when Riley is out for her walk. Riley has shown a maternal instinct that has surprised and endeared us to her even more (which I didn’t think was possible). I have a feeling this is just the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
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