Not my furball but still fun to sketch.
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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.Submitted by foreverkanade
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.… I was not ready for this today! :(
Wow.
Source: 4chan.org
I was really bored a year ago to make this.
And I thought Robot Unicorn Attack was nutty. Techno Kitten Adventure is fucking insane. If you’re playing it on your iPhone or iPod Touch and use Game Center hit me up, mmistakes. I need friends to crush.
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Z to Nyan!
Download this game if you own an iPhone or iPod touch, you owe it to yourself. If not just enjoy the Flash game.
Source: nyanicorn.com
This is how cat’s do it.
Ultimate relaxation (via Hey Pais)
My Daily Pic Pick entry for “Furry”. A photograph of a cat named Butter.
Why?
Profile of a death kitteh
Guess I know why my cat stretches in front of me or paws at the door constantly — he’s trying to tell me I’m going to die. Still doesn’t explain why he won’t shut the hell up with all his loud bwwwwwwwwraaaaaawrrrring.
The nursing home adopted Oscar, a medium-haired cat with a gray-and-brown back and white belly, in 2005 because its staff thinks pets make the Steere House a home. They play with visiting children and prove a welcome distraction for patients and doctors alike.
After a year, the staff noticed that Oscar would spend his days pacing from room to room. He sniffed and looked at the patients but rarely spent much time with anyone — except when they had just hours to live.
He’s accurate enough that the staff — know it’s time to call family members when Oscar stretches beside their patients, who are generally too ill to notice his presence. If kept outside the room of a dying patient, he’ll scratch at doors and walls, trying to get in.
(via TODAY Health)
How laid back is this cat? Sounds like Butter. Guess he isn’t a “real” cat.
(via Johnny Wander)
Does my cat deserve such a wonderful looking bed?
(via Steve Lukes)
Using RGB MusicLab I was able to take a photograph of my cat Butter, and convert it into a MIDI song. Basically RGB MusicLab analyzes each pixel and makes a 3 note harmony based off it’s RGB values. You can assign an instrument to each value along with some other parameters and let RGB MusicLab do it’s magic. You can even create a GarageBand ready MIDI file for further edits.
This track is very fitting of Butter’s personality I think.
Client: “I would like you to incorporate my cats into the logo.”
Me: “Ok, I can add a cat illustration to the logo.”
Client: “No, I don’t want the cats illustrated.”
Me: “Should I set up a session with a professional photographer then?”
Client: “You can’t do that- they are both died ten years ago. I’ll send over some snapshots I took of them- just make them glow, sort of angelic-like.”
My kind of client.
Source: clientsfromhell
