THE STORY OF UGLY
 

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, makinghim look like he was always turning
the corner. 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.

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

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