Read this story and simply reflect HOW do we live. Can it be in our forces to bring a droplet of kindness to this world,
to make it purer and more beautiful?
UGLY
I was deeply touched with this true history, and till now, sometimes, re-reading it, I feel tears in my eyes. I am confident that among us there is no too many "Ugly". And all of them in spite of anything thirst love and attachments. Search of love also makes the main theme of the
history which I want to tell. Read...
Each inhabitant of an apartment in which I lived knew who Ugly was. A local Cat. Ugly loved three things in this world: struggle, eating dross and a kind of love. A combination of these things plus residing without a roof have left on Ugly’s body indelible traces. For the beginnings, he had only one eye, and on a place of another the aperture gaped. On the same side there was no also an ear, and the left leg was once broken and has grown together with any improbable corner, due to what it was made an impression that the cat all time is going to turn round the corner.
His tail for a long time was absent. There was only a small bit, which constantly twitched.. If not set of sores and yellow scabs that covered Ugly’s head and even shoulders, it would be possible to call him as dark grey striped cat. Anyone who looked at him had the same reaction: what an UGLY cat. All children had been strictly forbidden to concern him. Adults stopped stones towards him. They watered him from a hose when he tried to enter the house, or jammed his paw with a door that he could not leave. Ugly always showed one and the same reaction. If he was watered from a hose he tolerated silently while torturers were not bothered with this occupation. If he was threw with things - he rubed to offenders’ legs as being sorry. If he saw children, he ran to them and rubed with his head about hands and loudly mewed eliciting caress. If somebody
took him on hands he there and then started to suck the corner of shirts or something another that he could reach.
Once Ugly has tried to make friends with neighbour's dogs. In the answer he has been awfully bitten. From the window I have heard his shouts and here has rushed to help. When I have reached him, Ugly was almost dead. His back, his legs, a back part of his body completely lost the initial form. His sad life came to the end. The trace of tear crossed his forehead. I carried him to my home and most of all I was afraid to damage to him even more. And he in the meantime tried to suck my ear. I embraced him to myself. He touched with his head to a palm of my hand, his gold eye turned in my side, and I have heard rumbling. Even feeling such a terrible pain, the cat asked me about one - about a droplet of attachment! Probably about a droplet of compassion. And during that moment I thought, that I deal with the most loving essence from everyone whom I met in my life. Most loving and the most beautiful. He will never try to bite or to scratch me, or simply to abandon. He just looked at me, he was confident that I shall manage to alleviate his pain.
Ugly has died in my hands before I have had time to reach a house, and I sat for a long time holding him in my hands. Subsequently I reflected that one unfortunate cripple could change my representations about what is true cleanliness of spirit, true and boundless love. Ugly told me without words more about compassion than a thousand books, lectures or conversations. And I shall be always grateful to him. His body has been crippled, and my soul has been injured. Has come the time for me to study how to love truly and deeply. To give everything to someone that is near. The majority wants to be the rich men, more successful men, to be loved and beautiful. And I shall always aspire to one - to be Ugly... " (с)
I think we shouldn't romanticize animals. They are not good, they are not bad, they just are. And in fact, one of the very few species that has culture and "advanced" learned behaviour (the chimpanzees) is also one of the very few species (if not the only one) that practices warfare. They fight among each other and sometimes kill each other for social reasons. So, as soon as animals develop a culture and a high level of self-awareness, they become as fucked up as us.
) every one of us mourn deeply... cats are exelent at showing emotion, you just have to understand them a bit....
Can I give you an advice? Take your cat to the vet to get neutered/ stayed ( I don't know what word is for a female cat ) and she won't get lost anymore. 