In August of 2015, Bella, who lives in Scandicci, a town 6 kilometers southeast of Florence, went on vacation to Maremma, which is near the sea in Tuscany. Bella was not able to find someone to watch her cat, Ogghy, while she was away. She couldn’t leave him alone at home, so she brought him with her to the house of her cousin, who was living in Grosseto, which is 14 kilometers from the Tyrrhenian Sea.
Ogghy was not comfortable being away from home. One day he moved the screen from the window and left. Bella searched everywhere for him. She placed posters in the neighborhood, published posts on various social network sites, and called catteries and shelters in the area. No trace of Ogghy. She was heartbroken. But she didn’t give up hope.
Fast forward…one year and 5 months later. Bella opened the door of her house in Scandicci and couldn’t believe her eyes. There sat Ogghy. He was almost unrecognizable: He had lost a lot of weight; he was all skin and bones. But it was clearly Ogghy with his tiger-striped coat.
How did he manage to return home by himself? No one will ever know. Ogghy had traversed 140 kilometers in that year and 5 months. He traveled throughout Tuscany, from south to north, through fields, cities, and congested streets. Who knows what he saw and what he had to confront in order to come home.
The first thing that he did when he put his paw in the house was to go to the litter box, then he went to his bowl of food, and finally he went upstairs to lie down on his favorite ottoman. He was very weak, small, and thin. But Ogghy had the tenacity to return. The bond between animals and people can be exceptionally strong. Ogghy was an exceptional cat.
Unfortunately, several days after I read about Ogghy in Corriere della sera, I read that Ogghy had died. Despite the efforts of the owner and her son, Ogghy was too tired and worn out from his ordeal. But he had reached his goal.