last week we were away and I went round to give her my door key, like you do and she was telling me how she was coping with out him and how her other cat was missing him.
As she was telling me I felt a cat wrap itself round my legs, like cats do, and when I looked down there he was, looking fit as a fiddle and nice and fat, he was skin and bones when he passed over.
I told her that he was still there with her and she jsut said "shut up!!" a bit like vicky from little Britain!
and she kinda thought he might be as her other cat looks at certain places all the time as if she can see him.
after a silence she asked how I knew, and I told her quietly that I had just seen him!
she got a little weepy and then said it was nice he was still around
I thought it was nice too that he was there and had let himself be seen