Two Cats Facing Each Other on the Path By Remez Sasson

Two cats were walking on a narrow path toward each other. When they came near one another, no one was willing to let the other pass first. They just stood there, screaming at each other.

“You let me pass first,” said one cat.

“No! I was first here,” said the other cat.

“No, I must be first, because I am bigger.”

“No, I must be first, because I am more beautiful.”

“No, I am wiser than you, and you must, therefore, respect me.”

“I am stronger.”

“I have many cats that will hurt you if you don’t let me pass.”

After a while, the screams turned into a fight. The cats started fighting, scratching, and biting each other.

A little while later, a wiser cat arrived to the scene. He looked at them and started to laugh.

The two cats stopped fighting, at looked at him amazed.

“Why are you laughing?” The cats asked him.

“I am laughing at you and at your behavior. You are wasting your time and are hurting each other, just because you won’t let the other one pass. The path is wide enough for each cat to pass to the other side.”

“Why are you fighting? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“It is a matter of honor and power.” The two cats said.

The wise cat was amused and said, “Do you need to prove you are stronger? Who cares about this?”

“Someone, who is really strong and self-confident, doesn’t feel the need to show this to others. He or she feels good about himself, and others feel his strength, and respect him, with love, not fear.”

“There is life, there is good food, there are wonderful things to enjoy and to do, and you are standing, here, facing each other, yelling, scratching and fighting. Is this a practical and rational act? Open your eyes and grow up!”

“Is it really important who passes first to the other side of the path? Is it worthwhile to have all these scratches and bites? You are wasting your time, energy and health on nonsense.”

“Look around, and see all the animals around you laughing at your irrational behavior.”

The two cats were bewildered and didn’t know what to say. The words of the wise cat made sense, but their subconscious, programmed behavior and habits were too strong. It was not easy for them to resist them.

Did the two cats stopped fighting and each one went on their way? I leave that for you to think about.

Ugly The Cat by Author Unknown

Just be prepared, this story might make you cry. But read through it and you’ll get a beautiful message at the end.

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. 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 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 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 me, I will always try to be Ugly.

Anon

The Cat And The Meals On Wheels

A cat died and went to heaven.

St. Peter said to the cat, Is there anything I can do to make your stay here better? The cat said, I’ve been sleeping on a cold floor and I’d love a warm pillow to sleep on. St. Peter gave a pillow to the cat, and the cat headed off to bed.

Later, some mice came to St. Peter. They wanted roller skates to get around faster so St. Peter gave them their skates and the mice went off. The next evening St. Peter checks in on the cat.

How was your night last night? The cat said That pillow you gave me is really nice, but what I like the most about heaven is the Meals on Wheels.