based on someone’s true story:
everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved 3 things in this world: fighting, eating garbage & , 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 1 eye, & where the other one 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, & 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 & 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 & 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 & 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.
1 day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. they did not respond kindly, & Ugly was badly mauled. from my apartment I could hear his screams, & 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 & 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 & tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing & gasping, & 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 & obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, & he bumped the palm of my hand 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 & 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 & truly. Ugly taught me more about giving & compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, & for that I will always be thankfull.
he had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, & it was time for me to move on & learn to love truly & deeply. to give my total trust & compassion to those I cared for.
many people want to be richer, more succesfull, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be