Jegs

This is Jegs.  I’m not sure who owned him, what his actual name was, or where eventually wondered off to, but when he was hanging around with me he was Jegs.

He wondered into my garage while I was beating on something with a hammer and started meowing and rubbing my legs until I stopped and petted him.  I never saw the direction he came from, and when I left the garage at night and chased him out he’d just sit outside our back door meowing.  He was my garage buddy for about six weeks.  Some time mid August he just stopped showing up.  Hopefully he’s in some happy home somewhere instead of a dirty garage.  Hats off to you, Jegs.  I miss you buddy (sniffle).

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