A Cat Named 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. 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 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. His tail has long been lost, leaving only the smallest stub.
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 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 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. 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, or even try to get away from me, orstruggle 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 or beautiful, but for me, I will always try to
be Ugly.
~ Unknown Author ~
