Our cat came home after being gone 54 days.

[Biciclista]

I love cats coming back home stories. What I know from years of missing cats, they don't go far, and if they can, they'll come back.

I especially enjoyed the story about the mistaken identities here.

In my life, i have been very fortunate. Lots of my cats have gone missing, but we've found them all (or they came back home!)

[lph]

Aw, great cat Gotta love that way they take care of themselves. My in-laws had a cat who disappeared from their cabin in the mountains and was luckily found almost 3 months later, right before winter set in.

Heh. When I was a child we had a grey cat suddenly turn up and precociously try to come right into the house. We chased him away, had enough cats of our own and figured some other cat owner would be missing him. He tried several times, until it suddenly dawned on me that he did look a little familiar. It was our orange cat Bailey who had been rolling around in some grey ashes, and couldn't understand why we wouldn't let him in. Poor guy, he was a bit paranoid from before, this didn't help.

[Tuckervill]

I'm glad your cat came home.

I had a cat named Cooler the First. I was single living in Little Rock, and he disappeared while I was planning my wedding and getting ready to move to Nashville. He was gone for 3 months and we didn't think we'd ever see him again. He was known for making himself at home on other people's front steps (I got phone calls), so I figured he found another family.

On moving day, I heard my mother say, "Guess who's here?" There he was, sitting on his favorite chair, in the back of the moving truck! We moved twice in Nashville, and he frequently went back to our old house several miles away. I guess he liked it better over there.

Cooler the Second leaves town whenever I do and only comes back a few days after I return.

And my dad buried my "dead" cat once, and he came back to life, just like Tulip's.

Karen

[NoNo]

Welcome home, Murray!

[SouthernBelle]

I had a cat named "Spike" who went on walkabout a couple of times. The second time I thought maybe she had gone off to die as she was about 17. But I still looked, posted signs, etc. After 6 weeks, I opened the front door one evening and she came strolling out of the neighboring field like nothing had happened.

She died just short of her 21st birthday laying in her favorite bare spot under the walnut tree.

[Smilie]

Very cool! Amazing how they can do that! Glad he came home. Great stories from everyone as well!

[DebTX]

I'm so glad Murray came home - he's such a beautiful cat!

I know if one of my "two girls" disappeared, I'd be heartsick (I'm convinced I gave birth to them both )