Ugly the Cat

Why me?

Everyone in the Apartment complex i lived knew very well who ugly was. Ugly only loved three things in this cruel world, fighting,eating garbage, and shall we say love. Combination of theese things combined with a life spent outside had their effects on the poor cat. To start the poor fellow had only one eye and where other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear and his left foot appeared to broken at onetime, and healed in an unnatural angle making him look like he is always turning the corner. His tail has been lost since a long time leaving only a very small stub which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped type except he has sores covering his head,neck and even shoulders with thick yellow scabs

Every time 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, squirted him when he tried to come to 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 his 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 or what ever 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 and painfull 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 I 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 my palm with his head. Then, he turned his one golden eye towards me. I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain that ugly battle-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At the 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 be 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 care for.

Why do we judge things by its looks? Ugly was just a helpless cat who just needed some love. What was so wrong in that. Its not his fault that he looks like that. Animals have feelings too not only humans...but there are some humans who promotes animal abuse and degrade them

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

Thank you...Ugly 😢😢😢