Bubba entered our life as a mere kitten, rescued by our son, Lance, when he found Bubba playing with the river rats on the banks of the river near our home. Although Bubba never claimed the title of "GuideCat," (he deferred that job to Shannon, and later to Jaspurr and Joey), he ruled our household with a velvet paw. Bubba commanded respect, and we all bowed to his majesty, from us human slaves to the other cats who shared our home.
I could write a book about Bubba, but it's already been written, in the legacy of stories about him he left behind on this site. You can read some of them by following the links in the box below, titled "Bubba's Stories."