Skills: He can throw himself around after toys in an amazing way
Arrival Story: We were living in Phoenix, Arizona at the time. It was the middle of the summer (and if you have been to the desert you will understand just how hot that is) and he was one of many kittens born to our apartment complex. They hid in the engines of cars during the day and many were killed because of this. My husband Dave and I joined two other neighbours in trying to round up the kittens and find good homes for them or get them neutered and released again (all the Rescues and the Pound were full). We had a few failed attempts and then one hot day I was sitting at the edge of a bush with tuna trying to lure out any of the cats there. I wasn’t even looking and then I felt a weight on my knee and I stroked Apollo. He was the only tabby kitten and we had noticed him scoping out our home before. I very carefully stood up and handed him to my husband, who ran away to the apartment with him and an angry mother cat at his heels! We figure Apollo never forgave Dave and to this day steers clear of him. Though in recent years he has let Dave rub his nose. We caught and rehomed another of those kittens before our apartment complex poisoned them all. Apollo was from good stock as his father was a huge black cat we called Shaft.
Bio: He was a totally feral cat from the get go. He took a liking to our Alaskan Malamute X Cora and would snuggle with her but didn’t trust us humans for years. He had a physical relationship with our rabbit Albie and mourned horribly when we had to give him away because of our move to Scotland (we were told that rabbits rarely survived quarantine). A few weeks before the big move I found Tot and Apollo became her daddy. Which was a relief because he was so distraught over Albie. So Cora, our Quaker Parrot F'lar, Apollo & Tot flew to Scotland and were put into 6 months of quarantine. Apollo was about 2 years old and Tot was then only 4 months old. Usually they wouldn't have excepted such a young kitten but since he was to be housed with her daddy, they excepted her. We visited the animals every weekend. It actually made all three more affectionate. Our bird was quarantined at home so had no big trauma. After quarantine he became more friendly with me and now that he is living with my MIL he has become quite the bed snuggler. When I was pregnant with my son he and his pal Tigger became my shadows. That ended after my son was born! LOL