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Gonna take a nap with this dog real quick, but first, lemme take a #Catsie.

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Gonna take a nap with this dog real quick, but first, lemme take a #Catsie.

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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.


I will forever reblog this

I’m gonna cry. That was so beautiful

whoever wrote this, i just cried my eyes out, and i dont even like cats

I am crying so hard. 

I never read or even reblog posts like these but I really love cats and this made me cry and I have to reblog I’m sorry followers

:((((((

I am crying over a cat I have never met in front of my mom and husband. They are looking at me like I’m crazy.  But I dont care because this post tugged at my heart so strong because I once had a tom cat, he would go and roam the neighborhood and fight other cats but he would come home to me when I was a kid and I could do whatever my heart please with him, I could hold him, hug him real tight and he would never hurt me, not even struggle to get away, until one day he never came home. My neighbor shot and killed him. R.I.P Ugly and my amazing black cat Tom.

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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.

I will forever reblog this

I’m gonna cry. That was so beautiful

whoever wrote this, i just cried my eyes out, and i dont even like cats

I am crying so hard. 

I never read or even reblog posts like these but I really love cats and this made me cry and I have to reblog I’m sorry followers

:((((((

I am crying over a cat I have never met in front of my mom and husband. They are looking at me like I’m crazy. But I dont care because this post tugged at my heart so strong because I once had a tom cat, he would go and roam the neighborhood and fight other cats but he would come home to me when I was a kid and I could do whatever my heart please with him, I could hold him, hug him real tight and he would never hurt me, not even struggle to get away, until one day he never came home. My neighbor shot and killed him. R.I.P Ugly and my amazing black cat Tom.

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*just one quick glance at the booty*

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omg they are so offended if you lick them back. 

Fun fact! Dogs lick the mouths of those they consider higher in rank! So if you lick them back, they are not offended, they just don’t see themselves as higher than you and they are confused! The second dog must be a very loyal dog because he or she literally refuses to be licked back haha! I love dogs.

i started reading that expecting an angry rant and it turned out to be one of the nicest things ever.

I have reblogged this like ten times

My cat grooms me. What does that mean?

It means your cat thinks your style is wack and is trying to help

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omg they are so offended if you lick them back. 

Fun fact! Dogs lick the mouths of those they consider higher in rank! So if you lick them back, they are not offended, they just don’t see themselves as higher than you and they are confused! The second dog must be a very loyal dog because he or she literally refuses to be licked back haha! I love dogs.

i started reading that expecting an angry rant and it turned out to be one of the nicest things ever.

I have reblogged this like ten times

My cat grooms me. What does that mean?

It means your cat thinks your style is wack and is trying to help

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A close friend of mine that lives in Arkansas took a trip to Mayflower, Arkansas to view the damage from a recent EF4 tornado.  He captured this extremely heartbreaking image of a stuffed animal laying alongside a road. Please reblog the hell out of this image. I feel that this needs to go viral so that everyone can feel how the people of Mayflower and Vilonia, Arkansas is feeling at this moment after such a tragic event.

Photographer: Bradley Hanes
Company: BMH Photography
Date May 6th, 2014
Location: Mayflower, Arkansas

A close friend of mine that lives in Arkansas took a trip to Mayflower, Arkansas to view the damage from a recent EF4 tornado. He captured this extremely heartbreaking image of a stuffed animal laying alongside a road. Please reblog the hell out of this image. I feel that this needs to go viral so that everyone can feel how the people of Mayflower and Vilonia, Arkansas is feeling at this moment after such a tragic event.

Photographer: Bradley Hanes
Company: BMH Photography
Date May 6th, 2014
Location: Mayflower, Arkansas

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Uploaded this twice just to get the note count up to 6,666… im so damn evil.

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you cold bro?

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you cold bro?

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Feel the heat with these epic games.

You cold bro?

Feel the heat with these epic games.

YOU COLD BRO?

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Yes momma… 

Reblogging again because I love this so much.

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Yes momma… 

Reblogging again because I love this so much.

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-me *Just got comfy in bed*
-my Bladder “uh uh bitch, you gotta pee”