Apollo's Diary Day Two, March 31

Like I promised the next installment of Apollo's diary. This is what was in for his second day here.

Apollo's Diary Day Two, March 31

Well it’s Saturday. Don’t ask me how I know but there is just a smell in the air. Could be that smell of fresh flowers I suppose. Looks like I’m still stuck in this small room. I cry LET ME OUT OF HERE!!! Finally my new owner comes to investigate and asks. “What is all the fuss about”, “Are you OK”. Come a little closer and I will show you what the fuss is about. He picks me up and I give him weapon number two, one big stinky fart. I was saving that one for the right occasion. And it worked. It’s morning and he puts another bowl of this foul smelling stuff in front of me again. Is this retribution for the stunt this morning? I scream, WHERE is my Purina Kitten Chow!! Yes triumphant again. The good stuff comes out. There really is no taste like Kitten Chow.

I like my new digs. Small green and padded. There is nothing like a nice quite place to sleep. I think I spoke to soon. A gated door suddenly appears on it and then I’m stuffed in it. Oh no what now? I promise I will be good. Just don’t put me on the big sliver thing again. Five hours without peeing is all I could take. We motor around in his Jeep for a while then I end up at some office with a guy with a white coat that has some kind of butt probing fetish. HEY I was just kidding about the GAY stuff. I’m not really. Probe comes out and all seems to be OK. This white coat guy is a little too touchy if you ask me. No one did. Next the force me down and prick my back leg. Stop it, there is not enough of that red stuff to go around. What are you a vampire?

Soon I’m in the car again and then to my new home again. I’m still in this small room, but there is that smell again, fresh flowers. There is lots of commotion. I know there are other kitties out there I can hear them. Why can’t I play. I do know how to play. My middle name is not "Trouble" for no reason.

I finally get let out of the small room, the bathroom evidently. My new master comes to visit with me and then engages me with this really foul smell. I’ve heard of smelly poop but this is outrageous. Not to mention that I’m locked in there with him and the bathroom is just not that big.

I get let out into the next room. It’s plush and big but devoid of all the fun stuff. What is the point of giving a kitten a play room with out a big tall cat tree? He breaks out this feather toy and of course feathers are my best friend. After about an hour it’s all I can do to move. Time for a little nappy time. I don’t know how long I slept for but I wake up with that god awful mush in front of my face again and no kitten chow to be seen. This time he opens my mouth and forces a piece on my tongue. Where is my KITTEN CHOW!!... mm mmmm what is this …

…has kind of a wild taste. A wild foul taste? Could be a wild fowl taste. Some how it reminds me of feathers. Maybe a little bite might be OK. Mmmm. Well for the smell it’s really not too bad. I better not eat too much and demand some kitten chow. I score a gain, what a sucker.

Ok well that was it for Sat March 31.

More to come later

L