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my mum showed me this today
Ugly
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outdoors had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot had appeared to be badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constintaly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark grey tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even shoulders with think yellowing scabs. Everytime someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "Thats one ugly cat!"
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, and squirted him when he tried to come into their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stad there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw thigns at him, he would curl his lanky body aroudn feet in forgivness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing franticlly and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediatly begin suckaling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he would find.
One days Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. The did not respond kindly, and Ugly was madly mauled. From my apartment i could hear his screams, and i tried to rush to his aid. By the time i got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad like was almost at an end. Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lawer back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As i picked him up and tried to carry him home i could hear his wheezing and gasping, and i could feel him struggling. He must be hurting terribly i thought.
Then i felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear- Ugly, im so much pain, suffering and obivously dying was trying ot suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumpeed the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned one bolden eye twords me, andi could hear the distinct sounds of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment i though Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature i had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite of scratch me, or even try to get awat from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain. Ugly died in my arms before i vould get inside, but i sat and held him for a long itme afterwords, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about hwat it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion that a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that i will always be thankful. He had been scarredo nteh outside, but i was scarredo nteh inside, and it was time for me to moce on and learn to love truly and deeply. to give my total to those i cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, or beautiful, but ,for me, i will always try to be Ugly.
Ugly
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outdoors had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot had appeared to be badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constintaly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark grey tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even shoulders with think yellowing scabs. Everytime someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "Thats one ugly cat!"
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, and squirted him when he tried to come into their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stad there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw thigns at him, he would curl his lanky body aroudn feet in forgivness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing franticlly and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediatly begin suckaling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he would find.
One days Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. The did not respond kindly, and Ugly was madly mauled. From my apartment i could hear his screams, and i tried to rush to his aid. By the time i got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad like was almost at an end. Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lawer back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As i picked him up and tried to carry him home i could hear his wheezing and gasping, and i could feel him struggling. He must be hurting terribly i thought.
Then i felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear- Ugly, im so much pain, suffering and obivously dying was trying ot suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumpeed the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned one bolden eye twords me, andi could hear the distinct sounds of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment i though Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature i had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite of scratch me, or even try to get awat from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain. Ugly died in my arms before i vould get inside, but i sat and held him for a long itme afterwords, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about hwat it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion that a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that i will always be thankful. He had been scarredo nteh outside, but i was scarredo nteh inside, and it was time for me to moce on and learn to love truly and deeply. to give my total to those i cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, or beautiful, but ,for me, i will always try to be Ugly.