Named Itty-Bitty because she was so tiny when we found her. She shredded my arm so that I was dripping blood as I shoved her in a carrier and took her to the vet. Spent much of her life as the Feral Under the Bed, until she went deaf and became so much more mellow. Once she was a deaf old lady, she was extremely mellow and loved cuddling. Cancer, once again.