The ugly cat.

hello readers.

today’s post is a story of a cat.
he didn’t looked very nice, and so the owner and other peoples living around, named him “ugly.”

this story, sent by sahara ( thanks ) reminds us, that love is not based on exterior beauty.
love is not based on external factors, and despite of how 1 looks like, every1 deserves to be equally loved.

to love some1, the heart, feelings, and emotions should be considered first, instead of looks, appearance, status and other external factors.
read, think, and comment 🙂


The ugly cat.
author unknown.

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 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 since 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 ever picked 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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3 Responses to The ugly cat.

  1. angel says:

    that love is not based on exterior beauty.
    love is not based on external factors, and despite of how 1 looks like, every1 deserves to be equally loved.

    to love some1, the heart, feelings, and emotions should be considered first, instead of looks, appearance, status and other external factors.
    i wud lyk to thank u sahara 4 dis story coz thank god sum1 understood it at all

  2. aanchal says:

    i agree with this that true love is not based on external features.

  3. aanchal says:

    but most of the people around us does not understand. it makes me very sad.

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