Sunday, August 19, 2012

Bubba

My brother Jay had a crazy cat. His name was Bubba.  He was very mellow and friendly, but he also was into adventure.



Me and Bubba



Bubba liked to get on the roof of Jay's house.  One day Jay was napping on his sofa a few feet from the fireplace. He was awakened suddenly when he heard something. Then, he saw  ashes falling into the fireplace pit from the flue.  A moment later, Bubba dropped into the firepit. He was covered with soot from his exploration of the chimney.

My brother's wife Jeannine told me that another time, she and Jay were awakened in bed to find Bubba staring at them a foot away from their faces with a live mouse in his jaws. They were startled. Bubba dropped the mouse and it went scurring away. Jay later caught it and released it outside of the house.  The whole thing was Bubba being a cat. The sweet thing about this is that Bubba was gifting his catch to his co-habitors in the house.

Bubba is long gone now. He died of old age. He had a good life with Jay and Jeannine. He brought them a lot of joy as well, just by being the kitty personality that he was.


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