She was a little yellow kitten in a pet shop, taken much too soon from her mother. We had to teach her to eat solid food. When we discovered that I had made a mistake and she was female, no one wanted to change her name. Chewbacca she was. Her first trick was crawling under covers to attack feet at midnight. When she was approximately breeding age, we separated her from her brother until I could get to the vet. There was a break- in while we were on an emergency visit to my dad's house. The intruders used mace to keep the dogs at bay and they certainly didn't care that the cats shouldn't be together. She birthed three kittens but only three survived. Of course we kept them. They're family. She could do a 7 ft completely vertical jump, she ran the zoo with graceful and unforgiving authority and she once put a (pet) wolf in a corner for getting too close to her babies. At 13, she was still in charge, but last night she lost her fight with a chronic ear infection that became pneumonia. I've done this too many times to count. It still hurts just the same. 'Bye Bok.