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Published: 2011-04-26 19:14:43 +0000 UTC; Views: 10343; Favourites: 382; Downloads: 0
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When I'm bored, there are mainly two things I love drawing: rabid bunnies, and cats with a face only a mother could love.. <3the "maeow!" sound is a more masculine form of "meow" and should be pronounced loudly with a deep, dark voice, preferably with a hint of retardedness (which isn't really a word, I know).
( credit to my boyfriend Gatlix for the "maeow!" sound which always cracks me up.. xD )
enjoy!
art (C) Elise M. Syvertsen / oomizuao 2011
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Haha, sounds like my cat... except she's female...
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Thats is just too freaking awesome! xD havent laught this much for a long time so thank you! <(^-^<)
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This looks almost exactly like at cat at my dad's house
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WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT THING!?! O.O QUICK GET A STICK WE GOTTA POKE IT!!
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Haha! Great! XD You should get a recording of the way your BF says it.
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I've actually meet a cat looking like that and probably sounding the same lulz XD
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rofl i know MAEOW!!! i do it all the time xD and my aunt has a cat that sez that xDDD
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Hmmmmm I have that cat from date movie in my head looking at this .... heheh Now I take this opportunity to say this in the name of my enemy and best friend Yoana Hernandez
"Bald Cats" -Yoe
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My aunt's cat looks exactly like that! Lol thanks for the funny memories.
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I love making that noise when I sneak up behind people, or when it gets really quiet.
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Teehehehehe xD <3
I love how the fly flies through his skull :'D Yay for brainless cats <3
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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 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. βThatβs one UGLY cat !β
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 neighborβs 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 Uglyβs 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 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, 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 meβ¦I will always try to be Ugly.
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The irony of you're avatar icon and the sad face... make me confused
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Don't know what else to say...except poor Ugly.
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God, I fricken cried.. -wipes real tears-
Im glad you had an experience like that..
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Actually this story of Ugly the Cat has been circulating the Internet for awhile now, so I don't think rawr-kyro really met this cat, that and the fact that this story is fictional.
The original writer said that the point of this story is the make people see through the superficial appearance of someone and get to see their inner beauty.
It's still a damn good story though, one of the few things that almost made me cry...
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wow, that's epic 
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Aww, that's so sad. If I lived in your apartment block I would probably have hugged that cat every time I saw him.
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"with a face only a mother could love"
New insult! Thank you!
This resembles many of the cats in my neighbourhood, I swear they interbreed or something.
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Looks Like someone needs to NYAN. PopTart Cat to the rescue.
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see my first thought was "old-english accent" cat o_o;
i dunno <.>
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Is strangely way too similar to many people I know >_>
Good job as always
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You don't get food! Only cute cats get food, because I loath cats and they have to work to get food out of me.
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now this cat has some fur problems,
cool looking
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