April 8th, Day 9
There is nothing like new love and the vision of a new horizon to help you sleep well. I think I had a dozen dreams last night of the tall dark goddess. She is dark, mysterious and …
…oh, the smell of fresh flowers in the spring time. Not that I would know. I mean she really smells fresh. She really knows how to take care of those pearly whites as well. I don’t remember ever seeing anyone with teeth that white before. I suppose it has something to do with all that cardboard that she chews. What ever it is, it’s doing the job.
For some reason they must think that I don’t know how to walk on my own four legs. Every time they come to let me out of my little hole. They pick me up, parade me around the house for a while. It seems like everyone is inspecting something on me. Then back to either in the room or the bathroom. I suppose the room is not too bad. If only they would forget Moja in there. I think I’m ready to play!
I have seen the lay of the land. When ever I get carted around I make sure that I take notes. So far I’ve noticed that… well there is a lot more room and also more rooms. All of which needs some serious exploring. There are all kinds of smells in the house. Down stairs there is this big giant thing that has pictures that move in it and also sounds come out of it. It does seem like I spend time down there forced to watch this thing while effectively glued on my owners lap. This can be kind of scary. I also learned that well there are two other dudes down stairs that are none too happy. Someone needs to give them a chill pill. They must not have gotten any love from their mother at kits, they seem to be angry all the time. I suppose it’s a good that my owner has me on his lap. It’s like there is a force field around me.
Angry guy #1. He is big he’s black. OK, maybe just dark and when I say dark I mean really dark. And big, did I say big? Really big. They kind of guy you want on your side. The kind of guy that you would never ever want to meet in a dark alley. Every time he comes over to sniff me he hisses. His mouth opens up, I think I’m going to get eaten, this terrible stench of a breath hisses at me then follows that up with some growling, and more growling. Then he stomps off to some unknown place where I can’t see him. Not a good thing. You know, keep your enemies close or at least in plain sight.
Angry guy #2. He is more golden and much smaller then angry guy #1. I think it’s pretty obvious who is king around here. Angry guy #2 keeps trying to do sneak attacks. He will get behind me and sniff, sniff, sniff then hiss and growl. It is a little unsettling when you don’t expect it.
Then there is Moja. I think it makes it all worth while. Seeing her handle herself with the other is like watching poetry in motion. She must be a ballerina. Graceful when she walks, graceful when she glides through the air, I think she is just plain graceful. Her spots are every bit as dark as Angry guy #1’s spots but she just wears them better, and I do mean lots better.
Well then, back to the room I suppose. At least it’s the play room and not the bathroom. Now if only I could find something good to play with. Apollo
ps: The photo is Moja.
Here is a link to her slide show photos:
1 comment:
Be careful Apollo. First, women can be treacherous. There are lots of warnings you are too young to hear, but I will tell you a couple of them:
Women can be fickle. They love the chase- not the one with the feather toy, I mean the chase after a man- and sometimes when they catch them, they get bored. Keep yourself interesting, a fun cat that likes to shower this girl with attention and kitty treats if you have them. Make yourself more interesting than the angry guys have been. You can do this by remaining intact. Girls just prefer intact males. And get yourself a name by winning at shows (as I have seen you do already). As shallow as this sounds, girls love to show off a well rounded Renaissance type man- er cat...so be strong, be sexy and be sensitive, Apollo, and I think the dark beautiful girl will be yours!
-Susan Martin
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