I grew up in the country, in Floyd County, VA. As is the case on most farms, we had an overabundance of cats, only one of which was a good "mouser" and worth her salt. My brother was working in Northfork, WVA, and one Sunday, as we were at the car seeing he and his wife off from visiting us, Mama suddenly asked Bob, "Did you get that small sack of potatos you were going to take home from the garden"? "No, I didn't", he replied, and went up to our cellar building and came back with a burlap sack, which he threw in the trunk of the car.

I was about 8-9 years old at the time, and quite gullible, so I did not put two and two together, even after I noticed at nightfall that all the cats were gone except the one good mouser. I said something to my grandfather, who lived with us, and he just said, "Well, I guess they all just decided to run away". I put it out of my mind.

About a month later, ALL the missing cats showed up together at milking time. I told my grandfather, "Well, I guess they just decided to come home". It was not until many years later that my brother told me the whole story. He had caught all the cats except the one, put them in the burlap sack, and took them with him in the car when he left. He told where, on Rte. 8, he stopped, opened the sack, and let them all out. I made a special trip to the spot to mark the distance, and it was 14 miles from our house. It took the cats a month, but every one of them found their way back.

Does anyone else out there have similiar stories from personal experiences of animals finding their way back home from great distances? If so, please share them with me on this site.