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by stephanie » Sun Jul 03, 2005 9:12 pm
This also seemed fitting...just popped into my mailbox:
Ugly, The Resident Tomcat
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 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.
Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the sores
covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders
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 your 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 dogs. They did not respond
kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. 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.
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 battle-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, 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
