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Thursday, November 10

I will always try to be 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 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 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, 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.

Many people want to be richer, more successful,
well liked, beautiful, but for me...

I will always try to be Ugly.

7 Comments:

  • did you write that yourself or did you find it off some website

    By Blogger ~FireNipples~, at November 11, 2005  

  • I found it, I had gotten it in an email a long time ago, but found it again.

    By Blogger Jack, at November 12, 2005  

  • Hey! Thanks for the comments on the kitten picture. Did the others come up for you as well? I can't wait till I get my computer, but I don't think that will be until christmas...*cries*

    By Blogger Rain Sparrow, at November 14, 2005  

  • Yeah most ofg them came up. I love the picture you did of Jack Sparrow-the one where he is holding the bottle, then that picture of the chinese woman with the wild hair style (I have that one as my background, lol)
    I sent you an email, did you get it?

    By Blogger Jack, at November 14, 2005  

  • Not yet. I haven't checked my mail in a while. I need to. Maybe I can do that now.

    By Blogger Rain Sparrow, at November 15, 2005  

  • We are going to have the same shirt then. That is the one that I got. he he.

    By Blogger Rain Sparrow, at November 17, 2005  

  • ha ha, I like the look of that shirt, the way they drew Victor, it looks like Vincent.

    By Blogger Jack, at November 17, 2005  

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