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.