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Same here, Count. The closest I ever came to "buying" a pet is when I rescued Gracie from a no-kill pound. She chose me; won't let anyone else close until they prove they're harmless, but she jumped right into my lap when I was looking for someone to take my late Princess Yorkie's place. She just loves kittens for some reason. Your new kitty looks a lot like her Bobby that we lost very early in his life.
Kitty Lucy rode home from church on my grandson's car battery. He had enough kitties so my daughter gave her to Gracie. She raised her, and taught her everything she knows, including how to navigate the doggie door. If Gracie sees/hears something outside and heads out to investigate, Lucy's right there with her, helping to investigate. If Lucy finds something in the bushes, Gracie's right there to help her dig it out.
I think you're right because no matter how far a cat goes, they can always find their way home. I remember when I was a kid, we had a tabby cat that we took to my aunt's house about 350 miles away. She wanted a mouser and we had one too many cats. Cat nearly beat us home; don't ask me how she did it, but she did!