The search for Milo the cat in Jerusalem

milo at hq

This week a stray cat unofficially adopted by our work had a slight injury or infection in her eye.

Milo is a lovely female tortoise shell cat who patrols our gardens and car park, shes clean, energetic and full of life and friendly to anyone who walks up our drive way unlike the usual stray diseased moggies that lurk on every Jerusalem street corner.

So to administer her medicine over the weekend, one of my colleagues took her home in a cage so she could get the eye drops and decent food each time. She is still a stray, but she lives in our car park, but has a nice garden and plenty of places to hide and gets fed during the week by someone before we leave each evening.   After the third litter of kittens one of my friends finally got her spayed and also a flea collar, so I guess she enjoys all the freedom of being feral but gets another cuddles and meal from my work.

Anyway today I found out (Sunday) she preferred to escape through a window rather have a the eye drops and food supplied by my co worker. Kathy who look her home lives about 6-7 kilometers from our headquarters, which makes me think.

Here’s a picture of the south east corner of Jerusalem where I live. For humans, Jerusalem is a confusing cluster of hills with the unmistakable white stone apartment blocks and buildings, trees and scrub bushes. No road goes in a straight line, you have to travel in most streets in a kind of S-shape.

Can a cat like Milo find her way home so easily? For a small mammal 7 kilometers must feel like 5 times as much distance for a human. I’m wondering during the times of the bible when people traveled to different cities in Israel if their animals could tell where to go by the sun, moon, smells, sights, whatever, if their riders had their navigation judgment affected by severe heat or sickness.

I’m hoping when I get into work tomorrow I’ll see a familiar furry face when get into the gate path, if I do, then I know that Lord gave animals a sense of direction that people can’t often fathom.

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