It was fun, ahem, while it lasted. Yesterday, though, it became clear that Wrigley could seriously hurt KittyLola. We tried to introduce them. Wrigley on a very tight leash and Lola on the couch. It looked OK for a minute, then the canine went for the feline and had I not had the leash held tight, Local may have incurred some serious injury. Fur did fly.
I was very upset and Wrigley was severely admonished. He was here first and I promised myself that I would not let that cat die at the mouth of my dogs. I could not justify disciplining my dog for being, well, a dog. It would have been romantic and sweet had it all worked out.
Lola went to live with Mary, our wonderful, down the road, neighbor. I dropped her off this morning and she hid for a bit under a desk. Then trotted up the stairs and hid under a bed. I am sure that she is now purring, happily, in Mary's lap. That cat loves human contact.
Wrigley and Frannie do not seem to know the difference. I am more at ease and Steven, too, is relieved. We do have family members who are cat allergic and we love all of them. Were that not the case, we might have tried harder to make the dog/cat thing work. You know, the excuse....