Yoda.  Yep.   Just like Star Wars.  Looked just like him when she arrived.   All head and ears.  She'd just been run over and was found in the tire track.   Her human had a shovel in one hand and Yoda by the tail in the other.   As he was walking down the ravine, she woke up to begin another life.  Scared her.   Scared her human more.  He dropped both the shovel and Yoda and probably made animal sounds of his own.   Her human brought her to us as the veterinarian suggested the barrel.  After sewing up what could be sewn.   The vet thought this life was the ninth one, but it wasn't.   She was severely malnourished and to this day still thinks flies are an excellent source of protein.  She had few teeth left and was flea, tick and mite infested.  Her major source of nourishment was what she could catch outside and what she could raid from the compost bucket.   She too, had another name.   She's had many lives in this feline body.  Her sun sign is Siamese and she is of the Feline Black Panther Clan.  She speaks often. ..for three major things: food, fire and love.  To any two leg-ged that provides any one of these three things she is a friend.

Yoda is the wise one.  She doesn't like most dogs, cats or small children.  Unless they are kind and well behaved towards her she tends to bail low to the ground not to be seen until they have left the premises.