a tabby cat appeared at my partner Louisa's and my house, asking for food and shelter. We named him Shackleton and he quickly settled in. When the vets reopened, we discovered he was microchipped, but his owners thought he was dead and buried six years ago.
It turned out that Shackleton was actually Squeak, a cat who had been mourned by his family, including a girl named Sophie. He had been left in the care of a neighbor who found a dead tabby outside the house and buried it, but the real Squeak had escaped and started a new life.
We were amazed by Shackleton's story and eventually reunited him with his family. We became friends with them and visited Squeak, who remembered us. He passed away in but his memory lives on as the cat who faked his own death.
