January 30th 2013 9:55 am
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I was going through my older stuff from Catster from years ago and came across a bunch of poems and stories…I’m glad I kept them..they touched me then as now..and so I pass this one onto new members who may never of had the privilege to read this before…for us older members hopefully this will remind you of our younger years here at Catster…I remember when things like this was shared to all and we all cared and loved one another, as we do now..so here is one that always brings a tear to my eyes and touches my heart furry deepy….
Ugly the Tom Cat (Unknown Author)
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tom cat. 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, there 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 grey tabby, stripped 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 sucking 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. I pulled him closer to me, and be 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, the ugly little 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 care for.Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful and they boast about how much they can do…but me…I will always try to be UGLY.
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Dat story of ugly reminded me of me - I was da resident apartment cat and some people and some dogs were not nice at all. I didn't like fighting though, so sometimes other cats would run me off from the food the people left out for me. I used to run up to da girl who dopted me to get pets and love. I are glad I have a home now.
Charlie!!..We are furry glad and happy you has a wonnerfur furever home..your Meowmy loves you furry much!!..wow Charlie, we had read your story a few days ago and our Bailey fell in luv wif you..such a handsome dood..I am sad and at the same time glad this story can connect wif someone..see now if others can relate..then all kibbie can be helped!! This is our purrs...thank you for being our furiend, too, Charlie..you are a wonnerfur and kind furiend indeed!!
All of us were strays once. Mommy.says you can't buy better babies than us for all the money in the world.
Friday, you're amazing! That's all there is to it - AMAZING!
such a touching story, sounds like me. For the longest time I was unloved, left out in the cold, went hungry and was treated meanly by the people that use to be around me. Now I have this new home, I have been here for a few years. Now I get lots of love,warm places to sleep, and good food. Thank you for sharing the story.
Aww..thank you for coming over and reading this amazing story..and thank you for sharing who similar this story is in your lives...see..this is what it's all about here at Catster:..sharing, caring, being kind, helpful in any way you can, reaching out a gentle paw in times of need..and our hoomans learned how to do this through our love for them and teaching them what life really is all about..kibbies really are a marvelous creation!!
WOW very touching and sad...yes we were all strays at one time.Charlie we are so glad you have a wonderpurr home now and don't have to worry about all of those horrible things anymore.
thank you for sharing this with us...as Mom has tears in her eyes!!!
Yesh we were all strays or pound kitties. If not fur kin' 'n lovin' furmlies like all o' ours, we would not be so lucky 'n happy in furefur homes. Oh Friday, dis story had mom tears fallin' 'gain!~ So sad 'n touchin'~ We always want to be UGLY~! Always!
'n Concats on Ur Diary Pick honor today! Well deserved, I might add~ Way to go, Friday~!! PURRS ON Dood~!
A beautiful and compelling story Friday! It makes my mom cry when she reads it. That could have been me if my mom and dad had not take me into their hearts and home those many years ago.