Ugly Catty!

We all want to know the most beautiful man and woman in the world, the most beautiful city, the most beautiful picture etc. But yesterday, by a stroke of luck I put on my thinking cap about which was the most beautiful cat in the world! LOL!

Anyways, then I thought, why beautiful? But while browsing, I came upon some words hinting on some cat which is regarded as the ugliest cat in the world.

So I browsed the net about the ugliest cat, and came to know about the eight-year old cat "Ugly Bat Boy" (Uggs).

Uggs lives in a US veterinary hospital for his owner refused to take him, regarding him s the ugliest cat. He has become somewhat of a center of attraction in New Hampshire.

His physical appearance to be described is a real mess. His upper body is covered in a mesh of hair but the rest of his body is hairless and hard. The most probable reason for this maybe genetic fault. His tail is lean and rat-like while his face is a chaos of wrinkles.

He is now cared by Vet Dr. Stephen Barrett who felt touched for him after his owner abandoned him.

Isn't this strange? I mean, is it right to regard a cat as ugliest?? Do we humans not care? In our case we have Miss World, Miss India etc. which crowns the most beautiful lady, but then why don't we have a Miss Ugly or Mr. Ugly?

I guess that's the problem with us. God has certainly made us superior to animals and others on Earth, but we don't have the right to treat them as we wish, only because they cannot speak or understand our language.

Now, if you have any different thoughts, I'd be glad to hear them!! What's the comment section for, after all?

P.S- Good news! Uggs is attaining fame and has even been invited to a chat show.

P.P.S- I get my result tomorrow!!! O gosh!! Can you see my hair standing??

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My Eternal Friend

That night I was sitting in the balcony, sky gazing. The watchman, Shyam Bhaiya, was whistling tunelessly and hitting his stick at the colony gate from time to time.

It was a clear night and the moon was shining bright. The beauty and serenity of the ambience was broken by a sudden whimpering from downstairs.

I hate dogs, I literally do. I hate them to the core. So naturally, I just ignored the howling. I thought Bhaiya would do something. After a fifteen minute break, I returned to the balcony again. The voice was still audible. It struck my mind….I decided to go down and check.

On the way, I hastened by the guard house and saw Shyam Bhaiya dreaming and snoring away to glory…I decided not to wake him up. Just made a face at him and ran on.

There was construction going on in the colony. So the workmen had dug a shallow hole in the ground, which hadn’t been closed. It was pitch dark and I knew the noise was coming from within. It was 11:30 Pm at night so naturally everyone was asleep. I was so stupid and sick, to run down three stories this late at night just to check a stupid dog.

Fortunately, I was wearing my digital clock with a light. I pressed the light button and stooped down and looked into the hole. Pebble like black eyes stared back at me….and then I remembered.

A week ago, my friends at the colony had brought an injured pup and mom back with them. The pair was badly injured as a car had almost run over them. The mother of the small pup died on the way, and the pup, who was just two days old, was left alone.

The children brought it home and gave it milk and food. I watched from a distance. I disliked the pup just at first glance. It was dirty and stinking, all swathed with mud. The black ears poked from the back and a stinky, red, saliva drooling tongue. It was hate, detest, abhor for it, at first sight.

And then the hate strengthened furthermore. My friends forgot me and played with the pup. All their time was devoted to her. I hated it and blamed her for stealing my friends from me.

Back to today, it was the same pup who was staring back at me.

The revulsion strengthened to the limits. I just spat and moved away. It whimpered again.

But this time, don’t know what happened to me. I came back running, stooped the little pup in my hands and gently took it out.

I stared at my pup again and it stared back. Big black eyes looked into mine. The eyes had a depth….a fire….but something was missing. Yes, the love…..the care….the affection….of a mother. I looked at it again, but this time with a different outlook. It stood before me as an orphan. An orphan who had someone right now, but no idea what would happen next. An orphan who looked up to others.

I picked up the dirty and bruised pup in my hands and carried it home. I wiped her well with a damp soft towel. It was gleaming now. It’s bright coat shining in the light. It had a really sweet face that I had ignored before. I boiled some milk and gave it to her in my favorite saucer.

The pup was so small that it could fit into my small drawer. I took it with me, and wrapped her in my mother’s shawl. And then we slept together…..today….and for days to come.

I named her Abha, which means light. For she is the gem of my life now. She is the best friend I have and will ever have!

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Dhak….dhak….grrrr…A noise penetrated my dreams. They shattered those lovely views that I was having, but I knew it was no time to grumble. Instead, my thoughts bloomed with cherished ecstaticness. I knew it was time…..

I looked towards the window and then glanced at the alarm clock. The numerals in it shimmered in the velvety moonlight. My eyes inadvertently registered the time which said 1AM. I knew I had 5 hours to wake up before going to school.

I looked out to see the curtains fluttering and strong gusts of wind infiltrated my room. They swept past me, into the corridor……and carried me off with them. I opened the door and then went down. I knew he was there, patiently waiting for me….

With eager steps, I bounded down the stairways, I had always been looking forward to this. Today was our turn, turn to live life immortaly and enjoy for eternity in each other’s company.

As my altitude lowered, I heard the eager yapping….yes, it was him! My mind filled with unbounding pleasure and I ran as if there were wings on my legs. And he ran…..bounding towards me like crazy. Before I could touch him, he leaped upon me and licked…..licked and….licked….

I let him do that happily, enjoying the dampness of my face. When he let go, I dearly fondled my sweet Bozo. His mom had died due to illness while giving birth to him. I remembered those seepless nights, with tear stained morning and days. But then, he came as an angel and renewed the zest and vigor in me….

There were four of them, Bozo, Lolo, Titi and Momo. Titi, Momo and Lolo had already been given away as my family feared that they too would contain the same illness that their mom had. But Bozo, he was the one who stole me heart. He looked at me with those brown mesmerizing eyes which yearned for love, affection….for care.

And I had….had it all that he wanted. I was determined not to loose him. I stole him away the night he was born, for I did not want anyone to know. I hid him in every possible place. In the attic, at times in my bathroom, my huge drawer would also do the job sometimes.

My parents did not know, nor did my brother understand. I had hid him like this until for a week, when his mom started accessing my dreams again. Those long walks with her, under the bright sunshine, bathing both of us in her love and warmth, fiddled inside my head. I knew it was a sign….a sign….so I knew I had to do this. My parents had lovingly made me understand that these pups carried their mothers diseases which was communicable to humans, but I knew my Bozo was fine and he was mine…..so I did not tell them or let my Bozo go.

I held his leash with all my strength and tried to stop the tears which, followed me. They flowed….flowed and stained my face. But I did not care….I knew I had Bozo; he licked my face again and wiped those stains and blots with his love. I carried him down the street….running along with him for miles….and them we reached the river, I saw it silently tanning itself in the yielding moonbeam and stood along with it. Bozo stopped too, enjoying himself by merely staring at my face. I stared back, with equal love, zest and vigor.

Then I looked one last time, at the smiling moon who I knew was silently muttering wishes for the two of us. I then turned back, Bozo fleeing in front again….he flew with such unexpected force that I lost control of the leash. As I silently let it slip, I saw Bozo turning back and looking at me with a smile….his last smile….as a drunken driver, smashed his car over him and shattered my happiness.…all dreams that I had….I fell down, wishing I were immortal…..just like him!

Okay.....so now I'm done with this story but guess what? I really cannot find a suitable title for the story after boggling my head for an hour or so....So I decided it was time for my readers to participate too, and what you've got to do is fairly simple....

JUST GIVE ME A SUITABLE HEADING FOR THE ABOVE STORY....and the one I like best will be linked to her/his blog and her/his title will be my title too....so go on....try your luck and strangle your grey brain cells :)

Update:- The Title for the story now stands as- The Pain Of Love suggested by Don.

Please see the post 'Title For The Untitled'.

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A Mere 17 Inch Horse!

So here's this really interesting news that I stumbled upon…a mere 17 inch horse! See for yourself in the picture! The world's smallest horse. A miniature dwarf!

The authorities have christened her Thumbeline (really cute….you know why!) and she has been reported as the world's official most shortest horse. The real Thumelina was born on an American farm to a couple who specialize in breeding miniature horses.

Now she is so small and so cute you could hold her in your hands and breed her like little puppies (Pet lovers and puppy crazy…I see you heart go BOOM! he…he..).

Horses usually weight about 250lb and rise to a height of 34 inches when they are fully grown. But for Thumbelina, it's a different story. Ever since she was born, she the day she was born it was clear that tiny Thumbelina would never grow to that size. She weighed in at only 8lb - the size of a new-born baby - when she was born. Eventually she grew to just 60 lb.

People are enthralled by her and she is a show stopper in her hometown, America. She has been affected by a horse disease called Dwarfism. Her owners, the Goessling family in Goose Creek farm in St. Louis, are in awe of her. They say she likes to hang out with the cocker spaniels rather than the other horses on their 150-acre farm. ( Now that gets me thinking…)

Quoting the family's words, "Because her legs are proportionally smaller than her body and her head, she has to wear orthopaedic fittings to straighten them out a lot of the time."

"But we love her and wouldn't want her any other way," said Michael Goessling, whose parents Kay and Paul bred the miniature horses.

As seen in the picture, the cute little miniature measures or reaches only uptil the shin of horses! You just need to feed her a cup of grain and a handful of hay, served twice a day. Unfortunately, she is expected to live to the age of 17 years only because of her size - normal horses live for about 35 years.

I've done horse-riding once or twice but now I'm going really crazy….I wonder if there is a real human baby too who could ride her…. and you bet you'll catch me there watching that captivating pair…Sigh!…I am always in my dream world :P

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