The indomitable spirit of Sugarface
Was tied to mortal coil
And cut down like a blade of grass
By a large american car.
Sugarface was a cat
White from head to tail
and looking at her bleeding out
shocked my little child’s mind.
I miss that cat
with the indomitable spirit
that cat with the attitude…
of a cat.
I hope some day
at long last
that Sugarface,
now larger than life
will return.
I would like to put a saddle on her
and ride her into battle–
obviously this might require some strong drugs
but Battle cat was always cool.
Maybe I should get my next cat a helmet.
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A Soul's Walk 
This is a sad one. Poor little Sugarface.
She is missed. 1984 seems like yesterday. She was a sweetheart… for a cat. I loved her. Is it weird that I loved my cat when I was a small child? I suppose it doesn’t really matter if it does. Also, cats wearing helmets generally look hilarious… Battlecat was an exception.
I’ve had cats all my life and I’ve loved them all, even the ones I had when I was really young.
Cats are certainly special and yet they are also unique in each character
and each day. I wondered where you were from, you remind me of one
of my daughter’s friends who is crossing the country.
ok i will admit it!: this poem though sad still brought a smile…sugarface…did you name him yourself…what a name…sooo cute!!
Of course I named the cat myself. I was probably five though.
i’m sorry you’re really asking for it: awwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!
It’s ok coming from you.