lol, we don't celebrate that in the UK but thanks all the same. :)

<< But he did make it home and lived to a ripe old age, but he never told
us how he did it.  Maybe he was doing a one-cat march for world peace,
who knows!  :)
Gary >>

Wow, those stories always amaze me, how they can possibly find their home
again.

To the OP, I'm glad your kitty came back.  He's a smart guy.

Candace
(take the litter out before replying by e-mail)

See my cats:
http://photos.yahoo.com/maccandace

"One does not meet oneself until one catches the reflection from an eye other
than human."  (Loren Eisely)

There've been many stories of cats traveling hundreds of miles returning to
their old territories after their human families moved.  I'm sure I.P.
heard the story or saw the documentary about a cat in England named Sooty
who found his way back to his old home after his family moved more than 100
miles away.

Probably the most well-known story is about a cat named Ninja, whose family
moved from Utah to Washington State in 1996.  He disappeared soon after
moving to his new home and showed up at his old Utah home *850* miles away
*a year later*!

One theory is cats somehow use the magnetic fields of the earth as a
directional finder.  Who knows?  I guess we can add the secret of the cat's
incredible navigation ability to the list of their other impenetrable
mysteries!

Phil

The only story I have like this comes from when I was living in Britain and
looking after a flatmate's cat while she was swanning around being a chalet
girl in the alps for 3 months. My task, over that 3 months, was to get
Morgie (the cat) to lose weight, which I did.

But anyway, I bought a house and was due to move into it one month before
Jayne came back. No probs, I'd just take Morgie with me and keep her inside
for a week and it would be fine. Thing is, on the first night, Morgie went
spare. Scratching frantically at the front door crying. No matter what I did
I couldn't pacify her. At about 3am, not able to take any more and
desperately needing some sleep, I gave in and let her out, thinking she'd
not go far.

But she did. The next morning she was nowhere to be seen. I called and
called and called and no Morgie. I spent a couple of days, when I wasn't at
work, walking all round the neighbourhood calling for her, but no Morgie. I
rang up our former landlady and let her know what had happened on the
offchance that Morgie might somehow make it back to the old flat (which was
several miles away). Nothing.

By this time I was feeling guilty as sin and sick to the stomach. It
appeared Morgie had gone and I hated to think what had happened to her. I
was sitting with the ranch sliders open (it was the middle of summer and
hot) about a week later when I heard this plaintive mewing -  my lord, I
thought, it's Morgie! So I ran out the door and called for her to see where
she was. Out the back of the houses (terraced new development) was a
footpath, on the other side of that footpath was a school playing field,
with a 3m high wire netting fence in between. There on the other side of the
fence was Morgie, pacing up and down the fence, mewing. She saw me and went
berko! But how was I going to get her? I would have to travel round the
block to get to the playing field entrance, by which time Morgie might have
disappeared again.

But then I saw there was a depression in the ground at one point under the
fence, so I went and got a trowel and dug at that depression until it was
big enough for Morgie to come through. Which she did, and proceeded to tell
me how much she'd missed me! Needless to say, she didn't run away again! And
it also showed how very clever cats are at finding their way home. Morgie
had been in that house for less than 24 hours before she ran away, but still
she managed to find it again. Amazing.