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Anonymous
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.
>> Anonymous
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.
>> Klaus Nomi !VdqpyDrb7E
FUCK
>> Anonymous
FUCK indeed...
>> Klaus Nomi !VdqpyDrb7E
>>216229
i thought i was the only one who read it. god damn this shit is sad.
>> KZN
Nice try, Anon. I didn't read it this time!

...Ah, I lied. I did read it. ;_;
>> Anonymous
I cry every time....
;_;
Poor Ugly
>> Anonymous
Why does he have no fur?
>> Anonymous
Poor kitty.
Rest in Peace Ugly <3
>> Anonymous
>>216247
OP's picture is not of OP's Ugly. Ugly was a tiger-striped tabby. Picture is of a Cornish Rex.
>> Anonymous
FUCK YOU MADE ME CRY.
>> Anonymous
Cop... he passed a–
>> Anonymous
;_;
>> Anonymous
TT____TT
>> Anonymous
I hate animalfags but this shit has me bawwwin
>> Anonymous
FUCK YOU OP U MADE MY FRIEND CRY
DIE IN A FIRE
>> Klaus Nomi !VdqpyDrb7E
>>216522
>U

You're the one who should die here.
>> Anonymous
>>216518
Same, 'cause he reminds me of several cats I've known in my life. ;_;
>> Anonymous
JESUS. OP, I wept. Poor kitty...
>> Anonymous
RIP sweet Ugly
>> Anonymous
this sad story mad a single tear run from my eye , the person who posted this should die for this !
>> Anonymous
;_;
>> Anonymous
Wow, that shit really tugs at the heartstrings, and I'm not even a cat person.
>> Anonymous
I've read this before a long time ago.

Copypasta OP is copypasta.
>> Anonymous
>>216208
cats purr when they're in pain :p

Also I love how the writer ignored the cat until it was guaranteed a bloody demise. The fuck kind of story is this? Someone knew ahead of time that this cat was not only abused by neighbors (by water or rocks) and in need of vet care or animal control (given his eyes and fighting nature) and becomes Jesus Christ because he picked up a wounded cat and likely crushing whatever torn organs it had left causing its death?

Srsly. What's the point or moral here? Lemonade out of lemons?