Sugarbear The Queen

Sugarbear

When my cat Sugarbear come into my life had happened when I was with this guy named Bill. I had dated Bill for almost four years. When Bill and I first got together, I had just divorced my husband. I was in an awkward situation at that time. While I was dating Bill, I was still living in the same house as my husband. Where we lived, we were not allowed to have any animals at all.

When Bill and I first got together, he was still living with his ex, and I was still living with my ex-husband. But Bill and I were still trying to be together. My ex-husband and I had an agreement that we were no longer together, but we were still allowed to see other people. What an odd situation for anyone, but we made it work. While we saw other people, we would bring our significant other back to the house we shared and stay.

Well, I could not live like that forever, so Bill and I went to get a place together. We lived together for about six months, and Bill's ex-girlfriend called him and said that she was not taking care of his cat any longer and he had to come to get her. But she decided to come and drop the cat off.

When Sugarbear first come into my house, she was scared of everyone. Sugarbear would not let anyone touch her. She would go and hide. Sugar bear wanted nothing to do with people. Bill began to tell me how they treated the cat while living with his ex. Bill's ex-girlfriend would let the kids through Sugarbear out two-story windows into a pool. They would also grab the cat by her tail and swing her around. The kids were completely cruel to Sugarbear, and His ex had no heart at all. She was just plain out evil.

So it was my mission to get Sugarbear to trust me and let me pet her. It took many months before Sugarbear would even let me get close to her. But I would let her come to me when she felt comfortable enough. After a few months, Sugarbear had come up to my legs and start rubbing on me like she wanted me to show her love. So I bent down and let her smell me before trying to pet her. Sugarbear would smell me then take off running upstairs, and she would stay hidden the rest of the day.

She wouldn't even let the kids pet her or come close to her. After Sugarbear had become comfortable with me, I was able to pet her anytime I wanted to. Bill had told me that Sugarbear doesn't let anyone touch her. He said, you are the first person she had ever come up to and let pet her. I felt so good to hear that.

Then a few months later, Sugarbear started to climb up on my lap and lay across my legs. That would be where she would sleep. I was the only person that could touch her. Sugarbear wouldn't even let Bill come close to her. I was the only one. I would feed her every day, and Sugarbear would sit next to me and wait for me to finish filling her bowl of food.

I had moved out of the apartment I lived in with Bill, and we moved in with my mother. I was not going to get rid of this cat now. I had grown so close to her. I loved this cat-like I loved my kids. She was a part of our family now, and I couldn't let anything happen to her. So wherever I moved, Sugarbear had to come with me.

When I moved out of my mother's house, I had asked her to keep my cat until I had another place of my own. My mother had agreed to keep Sugarbear until I had a place of my own. I had to move in with my grandmother, and she doesn't like any animals in her house. But somehow, I had talked my grandmother into letting me bring my cat with me.

Since Sugarbear was letting me pet her and love her, she started to trust people again. Sugarbear had become close to my mother and my grandmother. There would be times I would tell Sugarbear that she was a trader. Because she would go and sleep with my mother when I lived there, and she would lay with my grandmother when I lived at her house.

During the time Bill and I lived with my mother, we had Sugarbear with us. Something had happened, and Bill left my mom's house and walked back to Warren. My mother lived in Windham, and warren was at least 25miles away. When Bill moved out of my mother's house, he went to stay with his ex-brother-in-law. While living with him, they were doing many drugs, and Bill had overdosed and died.

This meant that Sugarbear would have to go back to Bill's ex-girlfriend, or she was going to stay with me. At that time, I was so close to Sugarbear I didn't want to let her go. I wanted Sugarbear to continue to live with me. Well, after Bill passed away, no one got ahold of me to come to get Sugarbear. That meant to me that Sugarbear was my cat now. She was a part of my family now. My family was the only family Sugarbear had known now, and I would do everything in my power to keep it that way.

There were only three people Sugarbear would sleep with. But she still didn't want anything to do with the kids. While living with my grandmother Sugarbear would start scratching on grandmas carpets and her furniture. My grandmother hated that. She would always say that cat is tearing up my stuff.

There was a point during the time I lived with my grandmother that she had kicked me out. I had no place to stay at that time. I had to ask her if she would keep the cat until I had a reliable place to live. My grandmother agreed to keep the cat until I had a place again to live. It took a few months before my grandmother would let me move back in with her.

But while I was not living with her, she had asked me if she could take Sugarbear and have her declawed. I didn't want her not to have claws, but for grandma to continue to keep Sugarbear at her house, she had to be declawed. So I agreed to let grandma have her declawed. Sugarbear had lived with my grandmother for almost a year.

When I moved back in with my grandmother, I was only there for five months before receiving a call telling me that I could move into the apartment they had for me. I was so excited I could not wait to get all my things and move into my new place. I had my place now. I didn't have to live with family and friends anymore. Having my place meant that my kids had a place to call home now.

We have lived in this house for going on seven years now. Sugarbear loves to play with her toys now. She has grown close to my kids and me. I wouldn't get rid of my cat even if I had to. I never thought I would love another animal again. After my dad had dropped my dog off on a back road somewhere, I made a vow never to have another pet again. But I broke that vow, and I now have Sugarbear.

Sugarbear now tries to sleep with me any chance she gets. She will sleep on my bed during the day. There will be times that she will go into the kid's room and sleep with them. But she only does that if she is unable to get into my room at night. Sugarbear has learned to trust the kids and me. She is no longer scared of us.

Every night I am getting ready for bed, Sugarbear will sit in my doorway waiting for me to lay down so she can jump onto the bed and climb up me to sleep on my hip. If she is cold, she will come up to my face and put her nose on mine and start scratching at the blanket, trying to lift it so she can get under it with me.

When Sugarbear gets under the blanket with me, she has to be so close to my body. There are times when I am just about asleep, and Sugarbear will jump on the bed and get in my face. She scares me every time she does that. Sugarbear is not a scared cat anymore. Every member of our family loves her.

She is so cute at times. When she follows me everywhere, there is the time when I am making a cup of coffee, and she is standing right behind me. She's so close to me that when I go to step back, I step on her. I can't even tell she is that close to me at times. If Sugarbear's bowl of food is empty when she is ready to eat, she will follow you everywhere.

It's almost like when she is following you, and she will see you look at her and turn around and walk toured her bowl. If you don't follow her, Sugarbear will come back and sit right in front of you until you notice her again. I look at her and ask her what's wrong, Sugarbear? Are you hungry? As soon as those words exit my mouth, she takes off running toured her empty bowl of food. If I still don't follow her, she will come back to me and start pushing my hand with her head.

I will stand up and ask her, what do you want, Sugarbear. She starts walking away from me. If I still don't follow her, she will stay under my feet until I walk down the stairs. As soon as Sugarbear sees I am following her, she takes off running down the stairs and goes and sits by her empty bowl. I will walk over to her and see if she has any food in her bowl, and most of the time, the food is gone. I will start filling the cup with food, and she will start meowing at me. It's almost like she is telling thank you.

Any time I get up to go into another room, Sugarbear will follow me. She hardly leaves my side. If she is not lying on me, she is lying behind me on the back of the couch. There are some times when Sugarbear will sleep in my bed on my side of the bed. If I lay down to take a nap, she comes and sits in front of me, waiting for me to finish moving so she can sleep with me.

Sugarbear is a one-of-a-kind cat. I would never trade Sugarbear for anything. Now I can call her all mine. I love both the cats that just so happen to fall in my lap. Both cats were a blessing in disguise, and I am happy that my family got the chance to make these cats happy. Sugarbear is the queen of the house