Pyewacket was rescued and adopted on a small naval air base in Florida in 1976 where I was stationed serving out my time as a photographer's mate. I named her after the cat in the vintage film, "Bell, Book and Candle", because I thought the name had a mysterious, rather esoteric sound. I first saw her very early one morning walking along with her mother and littermates. As they started to cross the street, a car scared her and, instead of running back to the group, she ran back where they had started out. Having seen the entire scenario unfold and beginning to worry about her safety, I followed and found her hiding behind a building alone and confused. So, I picked her up and slid her into the front of my jacket and proceeded to breakfast. She was a tiny kitten – possibly the runt – in a litter of feral cats - most likely descended from a lineage that began as military family pets but were abandoned as the families moved on. After I adopted her, Pye (with permission from my goofy boss who was trying to score points at the time) lived in the crappy building that passed as our base photo lab for approximately a year. Though I tried my best to make life comfortable and safe for her, she was still tormented from time to time by a couple of my bored, cruel and possibly somewhat sociopathic colleagues. Finally and with great relief, Pyewacket and I left the cesspool that is so often the military to live a more sane existence far away. Unfortunately, Pye was scarred by her early life experiences – and no doubt influenced a bit by her birth into the feral cat world and she developed a very nasty attitude toward humans. She rarely showed any affection and preferred to spend most of her time on her own. But, who could really blame her? Sadly, Pywacket was struck by a car and was found just outside my front door on my birthday not quite a year later. She was approximately 2 ½ years old.