One man said, “Everyone knew who Ugly was in the apartment building I lived in.” According to fsrn, ugly enjoyed four things: fighting, eating, trash, and, dare I say it, love.
Ugly was affected by the combination of these factors and a life spent outside. He had only one eye to begin with, and there was a huge hole where the other eye ought to have been. On the same side, he is also missing an ear, and his left foot appears to have formerly been severely shattered.
Additionally, his healing was at an unusual angle, giving the impression that he was constantly turning the corner. He no longer has a tail, leaving just a small stump on which he would jerk and flail about.
That’s one ugly cat, everyone would exclaim whenever they spotted Ugly. Everyone in the group of kids was told not to touch him. The grownups attempted to chase him away by hurling pebbles at him or by using a hose. But Ugly responded the same way each time. Until the wicked stranger gave up on the hose and the rocks and left him alone, he would remain stationary.
He would even curl up at your feet as a sign of forgiveness if you flung stuff at him. If you lifted him up, he started sucking on your clothes, ears, or whatever else he could find right away.
I ran to help him after hearing his screams from my apartment. He was already lying there when I arrived, making it clear that his miserable life was about to end. I carried him inside since I thought my touch was seriously harming him. He was gasping and struggling, and I could hear him, but then I noticed something was familiar. My ear was being suckled by ugly. He brushed his head against my hand as I drew him closer to me.
