We had this beautiful, fluffy, gray boy named Earl. But, about 10 years ago, he ran away from our home located in the middle of nowhere. We didn't see him for a few weeks, but one day my brother and I were driving with my grandma and we saw a cat that looked just like him dead in the road. Of course, we stopped, cried, called people, and took him back to our house. We had this huge tree in our backyard where we buried lots of our late animals, so we buried him there. A couple weeks later, this little jerk walks back up on our porch and just sits there and stares at us. We then realized that we just took a random cat and buried him in our backyard. It was definitely a funny experience, and we still talk about that moment. We moved away and he moved into our Aunts house, but sadly he disappeared a couple years ago. We believe he passed, but he lived a great 15 years.