Jaguar came to me in a way that alot of cats do. He was found by my parents neighbor and was left outside to fend for himself. They fed him a few scraps but my parents (who are cat lovers) fed him the most. My parents allready had three cats and asked me if I would take JJ (as I called him) in. The first time I picked Jag up he nestled under my chin and began purring. It was instant love for both of us I think. Jag became my buddy and would drool and cuddle me all the time, but he had a yearning even after I got him neutered to go outside. If the door was opened, he ran out. After awhile he would come back in but I could never catch him right away. He got out on December 20, 2005 and was right under the porch looking at me when I last saw him. JJ never returned home. I searched everywhere and asked everyone but I never found my little boy. I have no idea what happened to him, but every now and then I still feel him nudging under my neck or feel him walking across my bed. I will miss him forever, but I will never forget him.