irishandgrumpy

something I found and just thought some here can use to see 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 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
his tail has long 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.


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 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 all 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..