I buried a cat

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We were driving down the lonely lane from our house to the local village, when I spotted a dead cat on the road. Of course I stopped the car and Paul got out to have a look. He moved the cat and came back to give me the bad news that it was my Libby, a very unusual looking Siamese type female. As we were on the way to the shops, we left the body tucked in the bushes and picked her up on the way home so we could bury her. We live in a 6,500sq metres of orange grove so picked an ideal spot, under her favourite tree. We sowed some wild flower seeds on the grave and shed a tear or two whilst wishing her good passage. That evening Paul came to me and said he was afraid to go to the kitchen and asked me to hold his hand, we walked through the door and (Oh I couldnt believe it)........... She was sitting on her favourite chair, happily cleaning her whiskers, and taking absolutely no notice of us..... WE HAD BURIED THE WRONG CAT! We hadnt checked the cats gender, and never thought there would be another cat out there that looked like her......ah well, at least the poor baby had a very decent burial and we visit its grave daily to check out the flowers - poor baby! Anyone else out there ever buried the wrong cat?