You can say what you want and I really hope that there may be someone out there who might have experience in truth or myth about the 9 lives of cats or someone who can give me a story of your own that can compare with this.
I will start out with the events that this event made me wonder if it had something to do with them. First of all, my husband had a major heart attack accompanied by a stroke that left him disabled. He had to learn how to walk and talk again. His speech was slurred. He had to have a feeding tube in his stomach because his food would go into his lungs and he couldn’t tell so they call it silent aspiration. He could choke to death and no one would even know he was choking.
I stayed at his bedside for 5 weeks, not receiving the doctors reports, gently trying to prepare me for his death, at first, and after he survived the 5 bypass surgery, he supposedly would be severely brain damaged for the rest of his life. No. Not receiving that either and today he is doing great. He is disabled but our lives are balanced. His heart attack took place in August of 2003.
My husband had been home and recovering well. The worry that my daughter and I carried was pretty strong. We were constantly worried that he was going to have another heart attack. By this time, the feeding tube had been removed and we were going about life on a daily basis, taking care of each other and our animals which consisted of 4 dogs and a black cat named Midnight. She was my baby who was an outside cat and pretty dominant.
Out of nowhere another black cat was at our house. This cat had a few differences in him that we were able to tell them apart easily. The sound he made when he (I’m not real literate about cats) “meowed”, was more deep, a little strange. His tail was kind of flat as was his face, compared to midnights. We named him BC for Black Cat. BC took up to my husband which was weird to us because my husband isn’t like my daughter and me who love our animals with hugs and kisses and so on. BC would immediately begin rubbing up against my husband’s legs, jump up on his lap when he sat down, purring and hugging his face up against my husband’s belly, getting as close to him as he could. He took to BC as did we all but he was considered my husband’s cat.
I came home from work one evening, my daughter crying and my husband explaining to me that they spotted BC in the yard, having what seemed to be a seizure. They ran out there and he picked him up but BC died in his hands. He laid BC on the porch, wondering what to do and decided that he was going to have our son bury him when our son was supposed to be at our house 2 days from that day which would be a Thursday. It was a Tuesday when BC died. He had put him in the shed, wrapped in a bag. It was cold out so we were fortunate that BC would last without decomposing for 2 days. The ground was hard so we figured our son would be able to dig a good deep hole.
So, Thursday morning comes and I am getting ready for work. My son is going to be there that evening. My daughter is heading out the door to go wait for her bus. I am standing in front of the mirror when my husband and daughter come up to the doorway with a look of total disbelief on their faces. “BC is alive!” my daughter says. I look at them like they’re crazy and tell them, “No he’s not”, but when my husband, still looking bewildered says, “He really is”, I ran out to the front porch and sure enough, there was that cat, right beside Midnight. He looked ragged and the sound of his “meow” was deeper and weaker. He looked up at me and when I looked into his eyes which were (always) a yellowish color, it was weird. It was almost like looking into nothingness. I can’t explain it. Like you could look into his eyes and it was like looking at a clear blue sky… it just never ends. And, it was as if he wasn’t really seeing anything. Not like he was blind but just no thoughts. We all freaked out over this and went about our day. We never saw BC after that again. He just disappeared as quickly as he had appeared on our doorstep.
I still wonder what that was all about and of course, for awhile I became very afraid something was going to happen to my husband. When he continued to get better with each day, I sometimes wonder if something was going to happen to him and this cat showed up and took it into itself, dying from it and then… I don’t know! That was 6 years ago and my husband is still doing great. He has had his ups and downs but he is doing great otherwise.
Written by Anna Bales, Copyright 2009