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
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My opinion is that the cat took what could have happened to your husband on itself, thus saving your husband’s life..
Guardians, as some may call them, come in all sorts of forms. I believe that the cat you are speaking of, BC, is one of those guardians. The reason he left might vary, tho… He might still be around your house, or he may have went to aid someone else.
God bless
wow i love this story… i agree with the person above, that maybe god sent this cat to bear your husbands burden… and that’s so freakin awesome..
yes i too believe this cat was meant to help your husband some i think call them familiars and after he came back i think he was in spirit form.. wonderful story!! thanks i have 4 cats and they are all different but special!!!
I agree with all of the above because they all agree with each other. I have two cats. I used to have three but Sid passed away in June. I miss him.
awww i love cats.poor BC when i first started reading i thought the he was there probebly to kill your husband suffocate him or something but took a nice turn.sadley ending BCs life RIP BC
i dont like cats but ive heard they do have 9 lives. i like this story a lot. i wish my dog that passed away came back. my dad gave him to me when he was a puppy and i was in elementry school. he passed away when i was 15 yrs old. i really miss him i have his bones from where we had burried him and un burried him when we moved.
That is a great story. I do believe that BC may have been there to help protect your husband. I had a cat for over 23 years. I had her since I was 2 years old and it was like we could communicate with each other and know what each other was thinking. Cats are very special.
I cannot imagine what you have all been through with the medical issues. I am really glad that your husband is doing well !!
That is a great story! BC is prob trying to help you get through the drama. And help protect your husbund.
I don’t know much about cats either, but some countries consider cats are special like Japan for example. They have lots of believes about cats. don’t ask me what because I’m not clear myself, but yes cats can be a familiar too and can be so considerate towards their owners.
people can say what they want, but i believe that deep down in your heart you know the answer…and that the cat was no ordinary cat-maybe not a cat at all. But its true what they say, cats are very sacred creatures and sometimes understand us and feel us like no other animal. Im not a cat owner, but have always believed that they hold a certain power…maybe that sounds nuts…but get close enough with a cat and you’ll start thinking the same
i had acat named smokey he to was a black cat he waz around about half my life and i am now 13 he saved my life from a rattle snake and then dissapeared and i still wonder y?????
So was the cat’s dead body still in the bag or was it gone?
no i think that they had already burried it and if the cats tone was different then how do you know if it was reall him? and i think that he showed up like he was just saying good luck he’ll live and god bless your huspend
I belive he was sent as an angel from God.I mean how could a cat come back from the dead???Angels never die.Or do they!
reading about your strange black cat remined me of my own black cat.
i named him charlie and i raised him from a tiny kitten. he was very intelligent
and i swear he could talk. he understood everything i said to him. i loved that
cat so much. he was odd and never seemed to fit in with the other cats.
he was so sweet and affectionate with me but would scratch other people
sometimes. i have never owned an animal like him. he was very special indeed.
it has been one year since he disappeared. the night before he left i was sick, he stayed
with me all night he slept with his face next to mine. the next evening he acted strange
he wouldn’t let me pet or hold him he acted like he was waiting to do something
and was sort of antsy. i let him out and told him like i always did, to be careful
of evil people and evil dogs. well he left into the night and sort of just disappeared.
i never saw him again ever. it broke my heart to loose him. he was so special
to me and no ordinary cat at all. maybe he was an angel. i don know but to this
day i still mourn for him. he did comfort me and he i know loved me every bit
as i loved him. it sounds like maybe your black cat was sort of like charlie.
he came to do a job and left. as heartbreaking as that is, they both helped
us thru some rough times. I’m glad you had your black cat to help you thru
some hard times just as my charlie helped me. cats are mysterious to say the least.
but i will never see the likes of my charlie again and i know that.
cats are mysterious. about 3 months ago my bubba left. i had moved back in to my boyfriends house and he has 2 females and i also had baby. he just couldn’t cope and was a loner i guess. i haven’t seen him since and i really miss my sweet boy. so it is hard to say what cats are thinking and i don’t understand why he would stay so close to you when your not feeling well and then take off. i’m sorry for you and i know the feeling all to well. 3 of my boys have left and dissapeared.