I'll stick this story here, since it is almost Halloween...
I was out looking at a 1970's Sovereign
as a volunteer inspector last year. I was taking photos, as well as checking under counters, inside cabinets, etc, for floor rot, as we should do. While I was checking the bathroom cabinets, I felt a nudge on my leg. I looked behind me, and there sat a large cat, amusedly watching me crawling around on all fours. I gave him a scratch under the chin, and went back to checking the trailer. After almost an hour of crawling around taking pictures, I snapped a photo of the cat, and stepped outside, expecting the cat to follow me.
When he didn't come out, I went back inside to find him, and coax him outside, not wanting to trap him in the trailer for God knows how long. I looked all over the inside of the trailer, and couldn't find him anywhere. I went to the door of the house, and told the elderly owner of the trailer I was done, but his cat was still inside. When I told him about the cat, he got very upset, and asked what I was talking about. When I told him, and described the cat, he went pale as a sheet, when I pulled out my digital camera and showed him the photo I had taken, I thought he would faint.
"Yup, that's our cat, all right. He loved that trailer, and we used to have to chase him out of it whenever we had it open."
When I asked him if he was going to get his cat out of the Airstream, he said, "That won't be possible. He died 12 years ago when my wife accidentally ran over him with the car."