B.C. (for "Black Cat")
by Terri Sue Taylor
B. C., which stood for "Black Cat", was a tiny pure black wild "Rumpy Manx" (tail-less) kitten living in our East Texas neighborhood in October of 2008, while we were there attending Ministry School.
To our neighbors, he was known as "the untouchable cat", because he could not be caught by anyone. My husband patiently sat outside every day, talking softly to the tiny 8 week old starving kitten. To everyone's amazement, he eventually crept up to my husband and quickly became his trusted little friend. B.C. "adopted" us from that time on.
He grew to only be the size of a 7 month old kitten, being short and compact with no tail at all. In the 1 short year he lived, little B.C. learned to walk on a leash, survived Hurricane Ike with us, traveled across 5 states to California with us from Texas in June of 2009, when we graduated, surviving a Tornado along the way, visiting the Grand Canyon with our friends and us, and camping under the stars with us for 2 more months.
Sadly, in October of 2009, he developed an incurable bladder ailment, and he had to be put to sleep peacefully to relieve his days of suffering. We cried when he left us, but we know that he lived a life full of adventures that even many people never may see!