Here’s to resident cats in foster situations everywhere!
I know I write about, and post pictures of, the resident cats but I don’t think I give them enough credit for sharing their home.
If they really hated sharing their space I wouldn’t be able to foster. They come first — most of the time. 😉 After 32 cats they’re doing pretty well. Some they’ve hated, some they’ve liked, most they tolerate. As long as I’m careful to make sure they get enough attention it seems to work. And I’m lucky: they’ll let me know in acceptable ways if they’re feeling neglected. None of this peeing-in-shoes crap — they just come and ask for a cuddle!
I do worry about how fostering could be affecting them. I worry about balancing their needs against “stranger” cats’ needs. At least after witnessing Murphy’s heroic rescue attempts, I’m not worried about disrupting their relationship. Jonesy can be quite the drama queen and sometimes, when he and Arthur have a tiff (mostly “sound and fury, signifying nothing”), his histrionics bring Murphy running. Twice I’ve seen Murphy run, leap, and slam all four feet — like some kind of action movie kung fu move — into Arthur in an effort to “rescue” his buddy, Jonesy. It’s pretty funny, though I might add that Jones does NOT return the favour when Murphy feels threatened.