A Tale of Another White Cat #SampleSunday

In honor of Tipper, our new cat, who is white, here’s an excerpt from a Mr. Sugar story. Mr. Sugar is a neutered white Persian, who has an improbable friendship with the rowdy widow down the block from his yuppie-ish humans.

This story appeared one Saturday last year during Story A Day May. I’m going to include it in a collection of Mr. Sugar and Mrs. DiMarco stories. Until then, this:

White on White

excerpt from “Mr. Sugar vs. the Poltergeist”
by Marian Allen

From the top of the stairs, Mrs. DiMarco shouted down, “Is that you, Mr. Butt? I’m back from the groashry. Got a new furnace filter an’ a bulb for that light down there. Try to make that light last a little longer this time, ‘k?”

She shut the door and went back to upbraiding the recidivist Maybelline, who persisted in doing the things she used to do.

It wasn’t until I had finished cleaning my face and paws and had heaved a contented sigh that I noticed the faintest of physical manifestations at the far end of the basement. I only detected it at all because … well … I’m a cat, and because it hovered near the ceiling, fiddling with a light bulb.

The bulb came on and the manifestation lost what visibility it had, but I heard it chuckle.

“Mr. Butt, I presume,” I said.

I sensed the manifestation approaching me.

“You don’t live here,” it – I should say he – said.

“Just visiting,” I said. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mr. Sugar, although Mrs. DiMarco calls me Ragmop. We’re friends, so I permit it.”

“You lie. You’re a thief. You robbed her!”

I felt a chill around my heart. I’m not being flowery; it wasn’t a metaphorical chill, it was the sort of chill one would feel if dead hands could reach inside one’s body and clutch one’s physical circulatory pump.

“It was only a bite of fish! And three scallops! She would have shared with me, but I couldn’t bear to wait!”

“You lie!”

“No! No! Help! Mrs. DiMarco, tell him!”

The basement door opened again.

“Keep it down, Mr. Butt! I can hardly hear myself sing!”



Don’t worry. Naturally, Mr. Sugar lives to steal Mrs. DiMarco’s fish another day.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write a story with fish in it.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “A Tale of Another White Cat #SampleSunday

  1. Jane

    February 6, 2017 at 7:34am

    Mr. Sugar..oh…nooooo!


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