The Tale Of Ser Pounce

It's almost that time of year again where we get our witchy vibes on and start casting spells on people that don't believe in global warming. Feel the heat! When we're not stirring up the blood of men in our cauldrons, we try to debunk these never-ending superstitions the public has around Halloweeny topics such as jack-o-lanterns, bats, spiders, witches, cauldrons, and most importantly, black cats. Superstitions can be seen as silly, but sometimes the psychology behind it can ring deep and that means lots of black cats are left unadopted at shelters year round. According to Black Cat Rescue, black cats are only half as likely to get adopted as cats of other colors. Even more disheartening is the risk to their safety during the Halloween season. Every year, the media reports Halloween-related animal abuse.


As a proud owner of a sweet and very chubby black cat who loves belly rubs and sitting at the dinner table, I’m reminded this time of year about his rescue story. Whether you can go out today and adopt a black cat, donate money to your local shelter, or volunteer, I encourage you to help. For the month of September, the TomboyX team will play a part in black cat safety and donate $1 for each pair sold of our black cat inspired underwear to Black Cat Rescue.



We know that many of our customers are proud pet owners and the TomboyX team would love to hear your rescue stories.


This is Ser Pounce’s…


In the Fall of 2013, before I became a proud cat mom to Ser Pounce, he and his siblings were nothing more than a small group of cells growing inside the belly of their mama. At that time his mother was cursed with an owner who showed no regard for her life, and who couldn't have cared less whether she lived or died. He's the villain of this story, so we can call him Joffrey. 


Ser Pounce's mother was consistently neglected. She was routinely made to go without basic needs (i.e. food, water, shelter) and therefore had to acquire them all out in the streets just to survive. She was not up to date with her shots and was regularly sick. To make matters worse, Joffrey also had no interest in getting her fixed. To that end, her time spent out in the wild led to two pregnancies.


The first of these pregnancies was not the precursor to Ser Pounce. It had occurred one year prior in 2012. At that time, an old college buddy of my boyfriend (now husband) Chuck, knew someone who knew someone who knew Joffrey. A vicarious acquaintance at best. It was during this time that our friend BJ was also made generally aware of the following things:

1. The cat’s existence;

2. That the cat was pregnant; and

3. That Joffrey did not care what happened to the cat or her kittens.


A few months later BJ happened to have a chance encounter with Joffrey and inquired about his pregnant pet. He had seen the cat walk by just minutes earlier, not pregnant and with no kittens in tow. Joffrey's response gave BJ a shiver down his spine and a strong impression that those kittens had been terminated soon after birth. To be clear, I am not referring to dropping them off at the Humane Society for adoption. They disappeared and none of us could figure out where they had gone. 


While BJ never had the displeasure of running into Joffrey again after that, the whole experience was enough to make a significant impact upon him. After a year, when BJ found out Joffrey's cat was pregnant again, he knew he had to be these cats' knight in shining armor. 


Fearing the worst, he immediately reached out to our circle of friends in an effort to save the cat and her babies. He was put into contact with Joffrey and offered the following deal:


‘Look, it is clear you don’t care about the cat, so please give her to me. I’ll make sure to pay for her shots and food, get her fixed -  and - find her a good home.’


The response? “Sure, take her.”


Joffrey is apparently very easy to negotiate with. BJ dropped what he was doing and set out to pick up the pregnant cat. After getting to Joffrey's house, he spent the next hour looking through the various neighbor’s yards and street alleys in an effort to locate her. What he found dismayed him even more than expected. She was in rough shape. Worn thin from abuse and malnutrition, she had one eye glued shut from infection. 


With very little effort, BJ was able to coax the sick cat into his possession and drive back home to his wife. Despite his desire to save the cat, he had no room for another animal let alone a whole litter of them. It was at that time that he reached out through social media, imploring friends and family for help in an effort to find a home for all of their new charges.  



After hearing the story about the cat, how she was acquired, who she was acquired from and the state of its current wellbeing, Chuck and I knew we had to help. We had been thinking of getting a cat anyway, so this news couldn’t have been more fortuitous. We decided we wanted to name our cat Ser Pounce. 


Per the advice of his local Human Society, BJ allowed the kittens to be born and spend the first few months with their mother, prior to adoption.  He contacted a local organization that specialized in pet adoption (a non-profit dedicated to finding homes for animals residing in kill shelters) and they offered to help him find homes for any kittens he was not able to find on his own. 


BJ had already named them a variety of unique names knowing their future owners would eventually change them. There was Nitro, Blazer, Captain Burrito, Ser Pounce…


Our ears perked up at that last one. 


We had already decided on naming our cat “Ser Pounce” (a name derived from the world of Game of Thrones.) It was there in that moment that the existence of destiny became apparent. Ser Pounce was to be our new family member. It was meant to be.


Chuck learning they had already named one of the cats Ser Pounce.


Chuck took the trip over to Eastern Washington. After sitting down with the non-profit for a mandatory screening interview to ensure sure he was a fit parent, Ser Pounce was placed into our custody. One of the best decisions of our life came from a concerned friend who couldn’t stand to see an animal mistreated.


Chuck meeting Ser Pounce for the first time.


Our friend saved them all…mother, kittens and of course, our Ser Pounce. All of which were adopted by stable, caring families and all of them getting the chance to live in the way all animals deserve to live…surrounded by love.



Share your pets rescue story with us in the comments below. 



  • J.

    Thank you for that heartwarming story. I found my black kitty, Balder Moon through a ‘rescue group’ who was really a cat hoarder in disguise. When I first saw him, he appeared to be in ok shape and the woman came over to my house (red flag #1) and brought him over. After a few days, I decided to take him in-he was a return b.c. the previous owners had to downsize and he was the youngest pet.

    I found out when I took him to my vet that he was a very sick kitty-URI, high fever, and both a bacterial and herpes eye infections. I called the lady and told her his condition and the first thing she said was that she could take him back (red flag #2). I even tried to get his vet records and was stonewalled by her and the clinic she used (red flag #3). I decided right then that I would keep him no matter what.

    This woman kept calling me repeatedly to convince me to take in another cat (one of his littermates she still had). I had to refuse as he was having a difficult time adjusting to my home and my other two kitties. About six months later, I read in the paper she was arrested for animal hoarding. I was glad to get him out of there and I half-jokingly say I rescued him from the rescue group. We have had some ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade him for anything.

  • Resa

    Black cats are awesome!!! Bless you for loving black kitties!!

  • Cassandra Northwick

    Your story of ser pounce almost made me cry!
    Our son, handsome toothless no good northwick the third, is a beautiful stark black short haired boy. He adopted us one evening hopping over our patio and walking into our apartment like he owned the place. Not knowing him I made wife put him out for the night… I was so sad when he didn’t come back.
    Fast forward a few weeks and my new wife gets very sick and lands herself in the hospital with severe kidney trouble. Being new in town and to my job I couldn’t take time off work to care for her the way I wanted to. Suddenly handsome pops back up and doesn’t leave her side. He spent days on the couch by her side watching how to train your dragon. He is our own lil dragon, half his ear missing, serpentine green eyes and so protective of his mommies. He has lived as a feral cat for who knows how long but has become an integral part of our family. Our lil boy. Our first son. Sleeping in the bed with us, making us nervous when he doesn’t come home until late. We love our lil handsome cat so much it’s indescribable. We didn’t save him, he made our family complete.
    PS: my wife is not a cat person… but I think she’s more obsessed with him than I am lol

  • Angela

    I LOVE YOU FOR THIS! I am also the proud parent of two beautiful black ladies, Portia and Priscilla. They are a bonded pair of sisters and although I hesitated at first to adopt two, I’ve never regretted the GO decision. They lived in a mobile home with 18 other cats. They were rescued but lived in a cage in a Pet Supplies Plus store for months before we adopted them. I love these girls with my whole heart! They are amazing!! Thanks for sharing Ser Pounce’s story and for being amazing kitty parents! #adoptdontshop

  • Tammy M.

    I am so glad Ser Pounce, his siblings, and mother all had a happy ending. Having worked in animal rescue, I know this is not the case as often as we would like.

    As others who have fostered pets will know, it is just a matter of time until your first foster fail. I steeled myself and my partner, now spouse, kindly helped to ensure that didn’t happen so we could keep fostering and saving more kitties…until several years in when a mischievous black kitten decided we were his people. It was a miracle that he was rescued and then that he came into our lives. I would like to share the story if anyone has time to read it.

    We were fostering a young and resilient pregnant cat we named Xena. She was such a sweet and energetic cat and an amazing mom to her litter of 6 kittens. There were a few grey ones like her, some black and white like, we presume, the father, and then there was one Lilac Point Siamese. She was beautiful but very cautious and shy. A complete mama’s girl. Because of her coloring, she had multiple applications on her. One of those applicants who was not chosen to adopt her (but still a highly qualified applicant) asked if I knew of any other Lilac Point Siamese kittens available for adoption. I checked around and there was a litter of motherless kittens at animal control slated for euthanasia. Among them was a Lilac Point Siamese. This woman went and adopted this kitten then called me, practically in tears. She said that the whole litter was super friendly and affectionate and begged me to save them.

    I steeled myself as one frequently must in the rescue world. You can’t save them all. I was at maximum capacity in my house until these kittens got adopted. But I assured the woman that I would try my best to save them.

    Being kitten season, no one in the rescue had room for more kittens. But we did network with a vet’s office who was luckily able to take them and keep them on display in their lobby.

    A month goes by and I make a trip to the vet to get Xena’s kittens spayed and neutered. And who do I see while dropping them off? The cutest two brown tabbies and 2 black kittens ever! These were the kittens I had helped save from animal control a month earlier. They were all still available for adoption.

    Only my Siamese would be going to a home after she was healed from her spay. The other 5 kittens were still waiting for their forever homes. However, the foster cat who was in our other spare bedroom had successfully integrated with our two cats and dog so we could use that room for another foster cat…or a group of kittens. Did we really need more kittens? No. Would my spouse kill me? Yes. So of course, when I returned home, I had two crates of kittens instead of one. Luckily, my better half was understanding.

    Fast-forward about 6 months and all of the other kittens had been adopted. All except one black cat. He’d had several applications fall through from people who saw his profile online and was a hissy, spitting terror at adoption events. We were heading into another kitten season, he was nearly a year old, and since he was black, his chances of adoption were slim.

    My partner, however, for several months had been saying that we should keep him. This was certainly a turnaround since she was usually the one telling me we couldn’t keep the cats. Now I was saying the same thing to her. However, I of course did love him. How could I not?

    So we made a deal. We were planning on relocating to another state that allowed gay marriage (before it was legal nationwide) and decided that if we hadn’t found him a home before we moved, he was ours. Our little black kitty did everything he could to keep himself from being adopted. He even started being super affectionate with me and became my own personal lap warmer. He was now my baby. I didn’t get a say in the matter.

    Gambit has officially been our kitty for 4 years, though in his mind, it’s been 5.

    If we hadn’t rescued Xena, if Xena hadn’t have had a random Siamese kitten, if that lady hadn’t gone to animal control and begged me to save that litter…my baby wouldn’t be here today.

    You can’t save them all, but you can save some. I am forever grateful that events worked out like they did and that Gambit chose us to be his humans. :) I hope everyone can be picked by their fur baby someday too.

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