Wolfie came to us as the runt of her litter. First we named her Pebbles but after a few day we christianed he The Wolf, Wolf, Wolfie, my little Wolfie Wolf. She was an undeniable spirit inside an awkward little body. The wolf was part Alley cat, part Manx. She had a bigmanx but and a tiny cat head. She hopped or walked crooked. She stood splayed to handle the oversized hips and butt the little body wasn't supposed to have. She stood up for herself. She peed inRusty's and Putin's food when they wouldn't play with her. She loved morning. She loved being held in my arms and hanging over my shoulder. She loved the lanai when we moved to Florida. She loved watching lizards and birds and yoga and snuggling. And I will miss her always.