When my beloved Tigger died, I used to "see" him occasionally lying on my shirts in the laundry basket. He loved to decorate them with his fur. I didn't tell anyone but occasionally I would find some fur on the shirts that could only have been shed by him as the other cat was black and white and Tigger was a black and brown tiger color. This was months after he died, so they would have been worn and washed since his death. He was my guardian angel in many ways. He helped me through some really rough times during my battle with mental illness.