A Cat Named Ugly

A Cat Named Ugly

Everyone in the apartment complex 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 outside 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 appeared to have been badly broken

at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle,

making him look like he was always turning the

corner. His tail had long ago been lost, leaving only

the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk

and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby,

striped-type, except for the sores covering his head,

neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing

scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was

the same reaction. “That&# 39;s one UGLY

All the children were warned not to touch him.

The adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down,

squirted him when he tried to come in 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 stand there,

getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you

threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body

around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied

children, he would come running, meowing

frantically and bump his head against their hands,

begging for their love. If you ever picked him, up

he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt,

earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’ s

huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was

badly 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 life was almost at an end. Ugly lay in a wet

circle, his back legs and lower 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 him wheezing and

gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be

hurting him terribly, I thought. Then I felt a familiar

tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so

much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying

to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he

bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he

turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could

hear the distinct sound 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 thought Ugly was

the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen.

Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even

try to get away 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 could get inside, but

I sat and held him for a long time afterwards,

thinking about how one scarred, deformed little

stray could so alter my opinion about what it

means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so

totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving

and compassion than a thousand books, lectures,

or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will

always be thankful. He had been scarred on the

outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was

time for me to move 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,

beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.



Author Unknown…

Distributed by: Juke-du-Jour

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