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, 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 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.
Tears welled up in my house as I read this… Everyone needs to read, reblog, and be like Ugly. Oh my god. This is such an eye opener. And it makes me proud of myself for loving.
I was looking for sound effects of a duck quacking for animation and I came across this “Rubber Duck” sound and I’ve been laughing for the past five minutes
this post ruined me
//ASDFFGHA! Guys guys guyyys! I just got home from visiting our new puppy for the first time. Eeeh! She’s so gorgeous and a real sweetheart, giving either kisses or little nibbles. Her official name will be Omenalaakson Filippa (Apple Valley’s Filippa), but we don’t yet know what we’ll call her in our household. Aaah! I can’t stop smiling!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SHE’S SO PRECIOUS I CAN’T
im laughing my ass off
I don’t know but I love it’
what the fuck did i just watch
SMUT FANFICTION IN REAL LIFE
Do you guys ever sit there and think about how much you miss talking with someone and everything you’d give up just to be able to have the kind of relationship with them u used to, even if it was just friendship, but then u remember that the two of you probably stopped talking for a reason and…
is there anything on earth more anxiety inducing than being given unclear instructions and then put under time pressure
heres screencaps of the thread in question its no longer available for viewing on flight rising
just in case you’re like “what happened that is causing everyone to be upset”
i crossed out the id number of the person who did the breeding since that is PROBABLY what got the thread deleted
oh my god, that was really violent
#HSE TOOK THE FINAL BATTLE #SHE TOOK IT AND BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA IT#YOU THINK TONY STARK SAVED THE DAY? HE DID NOT#IN HIS OWN MOVIE HE WAS NOT THE ONE TO DEFEAT THE ENEMY#HIS GIRLFRIEND KICKED THE MANDARIN’S ASS #AND IF YOU DO NOT THINK#THAT A WOMAN STEALING THE END FROM THE HERO #IS A GREAT THING#GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE #PEPPER POTTS FOR PRESIDENT#TONY STARK TO AWKWARDLY STARE AT HER IN AWE AND WITH A STRANGE BONER#sorry i got carried away (via starksexual)
Caught in the act…cats don’t do guilty.
Look at that fluffy tail.
He knows he is doing bad.
He starts shutting the drawer
IM PRINTING THIS OUT AND PUTTING IT ON MY FRIDGE
BECAUSE GODDAMNIT PARENTS JUST BECAUSE THE ONLY INTERNET RELATIONSHIPS YOU HEAR ABOUT ON THE NEWS ARE THE ONES WHERE SOMEONE WINDS UP AS A FLESH SUIT DOESN’T MEAN THERE CAN’T BE ONES THAT ARE LIKE NORMAL AND HEALTHY AND EVERYTHING
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