He would hide under the bed, wait for you to walk by, and attack your legs.
He loved to lay in the kitchen window and watch the world go by.
He was only allowed outside on a chain.
He was only allowed to lay on one chair in the living room.
He would nap with Grandpop, laying on his chest where the amplifier for Grandpop’s hearing aid was, and when he purred, Grandpop hit the roof.
He only did that once. LOL!
I do not remember how he came to be called Ugly.