I just remembered a story from long ago. We'd just moved, and one of our two cats disappeared for a couple of days. My husband then spotted a dead cat in the road near our house. Even though he was on his way to work, he took the time to give "Sam" a decent burial. The next morning our 2-yr-old was sitting in his high-chair, and he pointed out the window saying "Kitty!" I said, "There's the kitty," pointing to the remaining cat, but the DS was insistent, and finally I looked where he was pointing. Sure enough Sam had just used only one of his nine lives and he had come home to stay. He was all black with a few white hairs on his chest, just like the one DH had buried. We never found out whose cat that was.