Someone I know got into a bit of a situation with a neighbour as they were packing their cat, Barry, off for the vets one day, because the neighbour was questioning why they had the cat in a box.
It turned out that Barry, a stray they had taken in years earlier, was actually Fluffets and was owned by the neighbours originally. He spends the days as Fluffets at no.22 (or whatever it is) and the nights as Barry at no.15!
We had two cats years ago that used to go next door as soon as we went out every day - and moved there, complete with their toothbrushes, every time we went on holiday.
Our first dog was a bull-mastiff/GSD and one day he got out of the garden and went walkabout. My mum got a phone call later that morning to say that Hutchie was in a man's kitchen having a snack.
Not sure how but he waltzed into the man's house and straight into the kitchen when the poor guy was having his breakfast. No doubt our wee angel went into begging mode and snaffled most of the breakfast.
I loved that dog and miss him even 20 years later.
Jen... I think young master HC is out matchmaking on your behalf !!!! He was last seen touring all the single fella's flats and apartments, wondering whether his new slave would like this one or that one.... hehe..
We moved into our house in September and seem to have found a friend in the shape of a very large black cat. Frightened the flamin' life out of me the first time, sat on the kitchen windowsill in the dark staring in at me when I was washing up, huge glowing green eyes looking at me. He just sort of wanders around now, stays as long as he wants and pootles off again. We're not allowed pets officially but he says he can't read the tenancy agreement.