A cat called ugly?

[Pure Ahimsa]

I remember their was a thread about a cat called ugly, it only wanted love, I've tried to find it through search, but I can't find it, anyone know the link to it?

Edit: Never mind fouidn it




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 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 has 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 has long since 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's one UGLY cat!!"

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

[bbnflpn]

i had an ugly cat. her name was dawn, she was always snorking and wheezing and boogery, but she loved us soooooo much, and even though you didnt want to touch her cause she was so icky you did any way cause you just couldnt resist her. her spirit still visits my mom till this day.

if i had ugly in my apt i would take care of him, he would have had a place in my apt where he could be safe and warm and get care for his wounds, no one gave him a chance to be a pretty cat cause he was ugly and no one likes to deal with uglyness.

to give you some insite about cats behavior, purring and suckling is a comfort to them, and they will do it in pain to make them selfs feel better. it doesnt always mean that they are happy and content, they can be in pain and upset as well, the purring of their mothers soothed them when they were young while they nursed, that is why they need and suckle too. and they do these things to sooth us as well because it makes them feel better, so why wouldnt it make us feel better too. who doesnt love the sound of a cats purr, and feel warmth when they kneed us

[Amryn]

[Annest]

[KaidaMidnight]

That was one of the most beautiful (and sad) stories I've heard in awhile. Thanks for finding it and sharing. A very good lesson, I cried!

[Willow Rosette]

thank you

[Sun Sprite]

what a story to read, as i think of my three braveing the tornado in three carriers in the bathtub today. One hates all people and animals. One only likes dogs. The third loves all people and animals. They were a brave, growling, hissing bunch, but oh so glad when the danger was over. I couldn't imagine giving up even one. Though I have adopted a few out. I think these are here to stay.

[merlo]

Go tigerlad!!!!!!!!!!!

[phoenixblayze]

this is why i love cats.......and this made me cry.......thank you for sharing, it is a great lesson to give

[AutumnRain]

OMG, what a beautiful message hidden under such sadness. Thank you for sharing this - you've certainly opened my eyes to what is important!


Love and Light,
Autumn