I was sitting on my porch when I met this little guy. 

 

Hefe was approximately six weeks when he and his brother came flying down the alley, chasing each other and wrestling. 

 

Their tired and matted momma cat was close behind. I took all three of them in and gave them a home.

 

He earned the name Hefe because I would come home and he would be on my porch, yelling at me demanding food. He was so tiny but bossy. So I said your name is El Hefe!