Source: The Dodo
Anne Gelhaus reports for the San Jose Mercury News, Aug. 19, 2015, that the Marienthal family adopted Bubba the cat in 2009 and tried to make him an indoor cat. But Bubba likes to roam and has become a fixture in two nearby schools — Leland High School and Bret Harte Middle School in San Jose, California.
Amber Marienthal said “He’s really loud” and that she still gets calls from staff and students who see him on campus and think he’s lost.
Like many members of Leland High School’s student body, Bubba is a social animal — he attends sporting events, hangs out on campus with his buddies and has a Facebook page dedicated to his exploits. Bubba even has a Leland student card.
But unlike Leland’s other students, Bubba can roam the school’s halls freely during class. And if he wants to be excused, he doesn’t have to raise his paw; he just meows.
Bubba is known and loved by many at both schools, as his 600-plus Facebook followers attest. Marienthal, the administrator of Bubba’s Facebook page, says Bubba’s fans want him to branch out into other social media. She says, “People want me to get him on Instagram” but “I only have so much time to devote to my cat’s social life.”
Bubba has been featured in other media. He’s been written up in the high school’s newspaper, senior magazine and yearbook. Marienthal says “The students at Bret Harte petitioned to have a statue erected in his honor,” but their petition was denied.
Both of Marienthal’s sons attended Bret Harte and are now at Leland. She says Bubba started hanging out on campus about a year before her oldest son Matthew, who just started his sophomore year at Leland, entered sixth grade at the middle school. And she says the cat is likely to stay in school even after both of “his boys” graduate.
Marienthal says she’s gotten no complaints from staff or students at either school about Bubba prowling the campuses. Her main worry is that Bubba has come close to shaving off one of his nine lives on several occasions. She’s seen him lay down on Leland’s soccer field in the middle of practice and wait for one of the players to pet him. “He’s really social and he has no fear,” Marienthal says. “I’m surprised he’s still around.”
While he usually makes it home at night, Bubba did have a scare when he wandered onto the Leland campus during registration last month and accidentally got locked inside a classroom for 36 hours. Luckily, a security guard heard him meowing and set him free.
Since Bubba meanders freely in and out of classrooms, teachers have learned how to deal with his presence. “One teacher made the mistake of buying treats for him,” Marienthal recalls, which led Bubba to sit by his classroom door and wait to be fed. “Bubba would meow for treats. [The teacher] got sick of the noise.”
Marienthal says she’d like to see her cat included in another important campus activity: “We’d love it if they let him do cap and gown in 2017. That’s the group that’s been with him through Bret Harte and Leland.”
Meanwhile, Bubba has developed attendance habits that students may want to emulate. “He waits for school to start, and he doesn’t come home until all the sports are done,” Marienthal says. “As long as he’s alive, I think he’ll hang out at the school.”
Bubba’s Facebook page is at facebook.com/bubbatheschoolcat.
As America grows ever darker and more corrupt, here’s a reminder that God is still with the faithful.
A true Angel story by a mom named Ida C, from Opus Sanctorum Angelorum:
I am very grateful to God for blessing me with my Guardian Angel. He has protected me many times throughout my life. I have a Guardian Angel story that involves my Angel and that of my three children.
It was a snowy day in February, the year was 1989, and after picking up the children from school we drove about three miles into town for banking and groceries. The bank teller at the drive through said “Drive carefully,” and as I finished my transaction, I assured her that I would.
As I said, it had snowed earlier in the day, but by early afternoon the sun had started to melt some of the snow. Unfortunately it was less than an hour when the temperature dropped and the melted snow began to freeze. After our groceries were purchased we started our drive back home. As I rounded a sharp turn which was shaded by large fir trees my left front tire suddenly slid on black ice.
The roadway, which had appeared wet to me, was a sheet of ice. My first reaction was certainly the wrong one as I slammed on the brakes and turned sharply to the left! The vehicle I was driving at the time was a 1975 Toyota LandCruiser. The LandCruiser rolled over and into a deep ditch with the front end facing the opposite direction in which we were traveling. We were sitting top side up, but at a very steep angle. My two older children were buckled up in the rear of the vehicle. My youngest son was in the front passenger seat. The top was torn off of the LandCruiser, the windshield and the right front passenger window and door were broken and mangled. My youngest son, without my knowing, had removed his seat belt before we left the store.
As our vehicle started to roll I could see the roadway coming up to my side window. I cried out “Oh God” as I gripped the steering wheel with all my strength. As we landed back on our wheels I could hear my two children who were seated in the back. My daughter was crying hysterically and my son was moaning. They both had received bumps on their heads from the roll-bar. Thankfully their injuries were not life threatening.
As I looked to my right I could not see my son in his seat! I looked up and saw his lifeless body hanging over the broken and mangled window/door frame. I took off my seat belt and tried to extract him from the broken frame. We were sitting at such a steep angle that I could not leverage him down. He wasn’t moving or speaking. Very soon a large, helpful gentleman was able to remove my son from the broken frame and place him in the passenger seat. My son had sustained lacerations to the side of his head and a cut tendon on the top of his left wrist.
As my son’s injuries were made known, and as he was not yet speaking, my daughter began saying “Is he going to die, is he going to die!!!” I said “NO, he is NOT GOING TO DIE!”
David and all of us survived that horrible accident because God was Gracious and heard my cry. Sometime later, months later, my son, David, said to me. Thank you mom for putting your arms around me and holding me in my seat! I was astonished. I had wondered why he was not thrown out and crushed under the vehicle as it rolled! I told him that I would have put my arms around him and held him if it had been possible, but it could only have been his Guardian Angel that he felt holding him in place.
The only injury I sustained was a slight cut to my finger when I put my hand in my pocket that was full of glass from the broken windshield.
I thank God everyday for the loving protection of our Guardian Angels.
By St. Bonaventure (1221-1274)
Angel of God, my guardian dear,
to whom His Love commits me here,
ever this day be at my side,
to light and guard,
to rule and guide. Amen.
For other true angelic encounters, see:
And remember to tell your Guardian Angel you love him, for he loves you very very much.
Why squeeze yourself through a teeny cat door when you can reach up and just open the real door?
Philo the Cat: 1
H/t FOTM’s CSM
From user Danny Sam: “Cuzzie loves the jet in the hot tub against his back. He doesn’t mind the hot water and will press against it and croon his pleasure. This time he was at it for five minutes.”
The male Japanese Pufferfish is grey instead of brightly-colored. So he must use his ingenuity to attract females for mating.
Using just his fins and working 24 hours a day for an entire week, the little fish creates an astonishingly complex and beautiful “crop-circle” sand design in the sea bed.
A big h/t to FOTM’s Glenn47
The Japanese Pufferfish (Takifugu or fugu) is native to salt and brackish waters of the northwest Pacific; a few species are found in freshwater of Asia and the Indo-Pacific region.
The fish defends itself by:
Perversely, precisely because the Japanese Pufferfish is so poisonous, it is considered a delicacy in Japan. Only specially licensed chefs can prepare and sell fugu to the public. Although the consumption of the fish’s liver and ovaries is forbidden, those parts are considered the most delicious by some because small amounts of the poison give a special desired sensation on the tongue. Every year a number of people die because they underestimate the amount of poison in the consumed fugu parts.
The Japanese Pufferfish puts us to shame.
There once was a time when women were virtuous, and men actually courted women as a prize to be won and worked hard to provide for his family. Unlike this precious creature of God, we humans — male and female — cheapen sex and, therefore, ourselves.