Poems and Stories
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This is one of the most sad - yet beautiful stories I have ever read! If it doesn't bring a tear to your eyes, you have no heart, plain & simple. THE STORY OF UGLY 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 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 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 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 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 lying, 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. but for me, I will always try to be Ugly. ~ Author Unknown ~ | ||
My Cat My cat walks slowly through the house, measuring each step, examining the nooks and crannys, and I can almost visualize, the crown of diamonds on her head, the purple velvet cape trimmed with ermine trailing behind her. When I call her name, she lifts her tail in acknowledgment, telling me she heard me but continuing her noble walk. When she naps on my chest and gives me a lick, I feel privileged indeed to share my life with a cat. ~ Natasha Josefowitz ~ Ph.D. Ode To My Cats I look at my cats and what do I see? Eight shiny, round eyes, are looking at me! My Frisky is white as the snow, He is the brightest cat I know. Simba is my lion cat, He is orange and he is fat. My Shadow is almost black, He loves it when I scratch his back Princess is my only girl, She is the fastest in the world. I love my cats and they love me, They make me as happy as can be. ~ Sue Mc Carroll ~ Purr-fectly Contented When the housework is done, It's time to sit and rest. She climbs upon my lap, And cuddles on my chest. She purrs and nudges softly, Her head rubs back and forth. A tail swishes in my face, Her tongue is very coarse. She stays until she's finished, Then jumps down on the floor. She roams around my feet and legs, And really wants some more. She knows just what she needs, And lets you know it too. So persistant is her way, You cannot make her choose. She is a pet and a friend, A companian when alone. Her presence makes me happy, She makes our house a home. ~ Clara Ashmore ~ A Cat in My Lap I know I have alot to do, So many things - see them through. There are clothes to clean, grass to mow, Cookies to bake, seeds to sow. But I really can't do all these things in a snap. Because, you see, there's a cat in my lap. He stretches and rolls and gives me a wink, From his sleepy gold eyes - just a small blink. I smooth his long tail and tickle his tummy, He yawns and purrs to tell me that's yummy. The telephone rings. The paper boy taps. No move do I make. There's a cat in my lap. Bright sunlight dances across the floor, To warm my small friend just a bit more. A happy prisoner am I in my chair - Some moments of peace - not a care. I think I'll take a little nap, With this soft, furry ball, a cat in my lap. ~ Karen Boxell ~ Kitty Nights Each night he is my cat hat, sleeping on my head, Sprawling across my pillow, his comfy featherbed. Tiny paws massage my shoulders, kneading with great care, His purrs become a lulluby, 'til dreams of mice appear. He enters into slumberland, then fast as fast can be, The early birds are chirping and he pounces over me. Get up he says, it's time to eat, He jumps onto my head. Get up, lets play and run around, You must get out of bed. Downstairs we go, it's barely dawn, I fumble for a light. It seems like just an hour ago, He meowed to say goodnight. ~ Sheila Moraghan ~ In Memorium It's always darkest before the dawn. When our treasured pet has gone. Our first thought: "What did I do wrong?" When our treasured pet is gone. "You've done nothing wrong" lovingly says he, "For without you where would I be?" "Outside the jungles cold, violent and dark, with many hazards it's no lark." "Your love, attention and tender loving care, gave me a fine cloak of security to wear." "For the many months I lived, or many years; so please for my sake, dry up your tears." "For we shall meet again you see, in a far better place for you and me." "Then we shall never be apart, joined together in one loving heart." It's always darkest before the dawn, When our treasured pet has gone. But are they gone, you'll ask by the by. No not gone, just on TDY. ~ L. W. Stock ~ Untitled Our pets, oh how we love them We cherish them and care Treasure the joy they give us As our lives they share But they're not ours forever We know that from the start Yet oh the pain and sadness When the moment comes to part It breaks our hearts, and yet In spite of all the pain Oh that we could have the chance To love them once again 'Though nothing can replace The friend that we have lost Be thankful for the memories And never count the cost ~ Unknown ~ Little Ghost Cat Little Ghost Cat, Your footsteps pit-pat, In the hallway of my mind. The kiss of air, whisper-soft fur; I hear the echo's of your purr; See your pouncing shadows everywhere... And smile through my tears. ~ Unknown ~ Fly Fly, fly little one Fly beyond imagining The softest cloud, the whitest dove Upon the wind of heaven's love Past the planets and the stars Leave this lonely world of ours Escape the sorrow and the pain And fly again Fly, fly precious one Your endless journey has begun Take your gentle happiness Far too beautiful for this Cross over to the other shore There is peace forevermore Bold this mem'ry bittersweet Until we meet Fly, fly do not fear Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear Your heart is pure, your soul is free Be on your way, don't wait for me Above the universe you'll climb On beyond the hands of time The moon will rise, the sun will set But I won't forget Fly, fly little wing Fly where only angels sing Fly away, the time is right Go now, find the light... ~ Sung by Celine Dion ~ Untitled Shhhh...... there! did you hear that? just the softest rustle..... a little breeze just barely moving the leaves on that tree over there? No...... close.....but somehow not..... The sound, more felt than heard when you walk barefoot thru soft grass in summer? No...... This was even more wonderful than those yet, sad too........ as it will never be heard again......this way The sound of a shining new angel taking flight ........ ~ Unknown ~ Anyone who has a poem or story they'd like to see here please write me at the address below and I'll check it out. If I like it or more importantly the kitties like it, we'd be happy to help make you famous! We're waiting to hear from you! (If for any reason you would like your poem or story removed, please let me know). Email at macat@bemikitties.com NEXT
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