Friday, November 25, 2005
My dad found him under a truck & brought him home. He was a very wild kitty on his first day. We were a little afraid to touch him because we're worried that he'll bite us. The next day, he became the most affectionate kitty that we have ever met. He was a sickly kitty but we always took good care of him and nursed him back to health. He'll always sleep on my lap or on my shoulder while looking at me lovingly with his bright green eyes. We named him Apol, after Saint Apolinar whose feast day is celebrated on the day we adopted him. After a few days, we decided to call him Apollo, after a japanese strawberry-flavored chocolate that me and my sisters loved.
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