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UGLY THE CAT

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 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 gray tabby,
striped type, except for the sores covering his 
head, neck, and even his shoulders. His had 
lost his tail a long time ago, leaving only the 
smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk 
and twitch. 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 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.



Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower 
back was 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 him purring.

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