We actually had something similar happen. When some neighbors moved they left their cat, so we started feeding Charlie. He didn't want to come in the house, but he loved having us pet him and give him attention. One night my dad saw what he thought was Charlie lying dead in the street a block or so away. He thought it was unusual that he was so far away from home, but he figured he was out looking for girls and got hit by a car. He brought the cat home and starting digging a hole to bury him. As he was digging the hole, Charlie walked up and started rubbing on my dad. My dad looked down and said, "Hi Charlie." Then he did a double-take as he realized it wasn't Charlie that he was about to bury. It was only then that he realized the cat he was about to bury was a girl!