Remembering Sugar Ray
My oldest sister adopted Sugar Ray when she was just a kitten. When my sister came back home, she brought cat with her. Sugar Ray was named after the famous boxer, Sugar Ray Leonard, who was in his prime. As a family, we loved to watch him fight. Our cat, Sugar Ray, was definitely not a fighter. So, we ended up calling her Sugar for short. It definitely suited her, because she was so sweet!
One of the things that always cracked me up was her reaction when you'd call her. She would respond with a happy, shrilly meow and come running. But then, when she was about 8 feet away from you, she'd roll onto her back and begin to call you! She knew she was just far enough away that you'd have to get up off your seat to reach her. What a princess!
While 99 percent of the time, she'd prefer to lay in front of the heater, she would occasionally curl up in your lap. And if you happened to have something else in the vacinity, say a book or a newspaper, she'd just push it out of the way and look up at you with her big green eyes. Who could resist such a cute cat? It was useless.
I will never forget my Freshman year. I caught pneumonia and was sick in bed for a month. I could barely get up off the couch or eat a thing. Sugar dutifully looked after me. She would cuddle up against me as I napped and stayed by my side as I recouperated. Of course, when I got better, she made me come to her again. But I didn't mind.
Her ability to nuture was also evident when she had a litter of kittens. It was so exciting to see such a tiny bunch of kittens and hear their little cries. Before long, she let us handle them, but always kept a watchful eye over each kitten. We found good homes for them all when they were old enough.
Sugar has stayed in our hearts long after her departure from this earth. And that's where she will stay.
"If called by a panther Don't anther."