Everyone in the apartment complex where I resided knew who Ugly was, according to one man. Ugly had three passions in life: fighting, eating, garbage, and, dare I say, love, says fsrn.
Ugly was affected by the mixture of these factors, as well as his outdoor lifestyle. To begin with, he only had one eye, with a huge hole where the other should have been. He also appears to have lost an ear on the same side, and his left foot appears to have been brutally damaged at one point. And he had healed at an unusual angle, giving the impression that he was continually turning the corner. His tail was long gone, leaving just a little stub that he would repeatedly pull and twist.
Everyone who saw Ugly had the same reaction: “That’s one ugly cat!” All of the kids were told not to touch him. The grownups flung pebbles at him or tried to drive him away with a hose. Ugly, on the other hand, always had the same reaction. He would remain still until the horrible stranger gave up on the hose and the pebbles and left him alone.
If you flung stuff at him, he’d curl up at your feet and show you forgiveness. When you lifted him up, he immediately started sucking on your clothes, or your ears, or whatever he could find.
Ugly once shared his affection with the neighbor’s Huskies. They did not respond well, and he was severely mauled.
I could hear his shouts from my flat and hurried to his rescue. By the time I arrived, he was laying there, his pitiful life clearly going to an end. I carried him home, fearful that my touch would cause him great pain. I could hear him breathing and straining, but suddenly I felt something familiar. Ugly suckled on my ear. I drew him in closer, and he bumped my hand with his head.
Then he turned his one golden eye onto me, and I heard him purr. I thought Ugly was the most lovely, loving creature I’d ever seen at the time. Ugly died in my arms before I could carry him inside, but I remained there and held him for a long time afterwards, wondering how one scarred, malformed little wanderer could change my mind about what it meant to be pure of soul. To fully and completely adore.
Ugly taught me more about generosity and compassion than a thousand books, seminars, or talk show specials could ever hope to.
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