Perhaps I am one in a million, but I don’t find these stories “amazing” or “incredible.” We know where we live, and we know how to go from home (Point A) to somewhere else (Point B.)
If a cat (or dog) is aware of the trip that is being taken, then it knows how to get home. The strongest draw is LOVE! An animal will find its owners if given the slightest point of reference. Why? Because it, too, is one of God’s Creatures and will return to the love.
I’m never amazed by these stories.
We had a white mouser on the three-acre plot we called home, and periodically, my dad would get tired of the kittens we had to deal with, and take the mom-cat to Hell-And-Gone. And she would return. Without fail. No matter how far into the county he took her, she would turn up at the front or back door within a week or two, and pretend that nothing had happened.
Oddly enough: a neighbor boy shot her in the hip with an arrow, and my mother took her to the vet who told her he had never put a leg cast on a cat. My mother didn’t care. She even made a denim “boot” for the cast because of the season (late fall) and that cat learned how to use that cast to do her job. Which was killing mice.
(I don’t think she ever had a name, but I loved her!)