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"Underfoot" breeder

My kittens are home raised and are not bred in outside cages/pens.

They have their very own nursery room and are given full run of the house once properly litter trained.

I am located 2 hours south of Cairns, Far North Qld 

About Me:

 

Old Ugly

Everyone in the apartment complex where I lived knew who Ugly was, he 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 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.

Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the sores covering his head, neck and even his shoulders. 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 picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s dogs. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. 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. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It 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 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, 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 heldhim 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

 Am I famous now....

I was born today. One of six. My daddy was very famous. I have lots of half brothers and sisters. My mother is very famous. Since she got famous, she has only had kittens. No more loving hands, no more fun trips....just kittens. She is always sad when they leave her.

I left home today. I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mum and my three littermates that were left. I didn't like you. But one day they said I would be famous. I wonder; is famous the same as fun and good times? So you picked me up and carried me away, even though you were concerned about me hiding from you. I don't think you liked me.

My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid. My heart says BE BRAVE. My ancestors were. Did they go to good homes like mine? I'm hungry because I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my bones. I can't hiss or scratch when the children are mean to me. I just run and play and pretend I am in a big green field with butterflies and birds and frogs. I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but the man hits and yells at me. The lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with my mother. She just throws dry food on the grounds, and goes away before I can get too close for touching or petting. Sometimes my food smells bad, but I eat it anyway.

Today I had 6 kittens. They are so wonderful and warm. Am I famous now? I wish I could play with them, but they are so tiny. I am so young and playful that it is hard to lay here in this hole under the house nursing my kittens. They are crying now. I am so hungry. I scratch and worry myfur. I wish someone would give me some food. I am also so very thirsty. I now have four. Two got cold during the night and I couldn't make them warm again. They are gone. We are all very weak. Maybe if I take them out on the porch, we can get some food.

Yesterday they took us away. It was too much trouble to feed us and someone came to take us away. Someone grabbed my babies, they were crying and whimpering. We were put in a truck with boxes in it. Are my babies famous now? I hope so, because I miss them. They are gone.

The place smells of urine, fear and sickness. Why was I here? I was beautiful, like my ancestors. Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain and unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted. No one came though I tried to be good.

Today someone came. They put me in a carry box and took me to a room that was very clean and had a shiny table. They put me on a table. Someone held me and hugged me. If felt so good!! Then I felt tired and I laid over the last one who cared. I AM FAMOUS NOW. Today someone cared.

And if you are not crying now you should not own a cat ...