Wallingford seems to be filled with cats: cats gazing out at you from windows; cats coming to meet you on the sidewalk; cats crouched under cars and bushes looking cautiously at you as you pass by. At our house, we have many cats passing through our yard that we recognize as well as the occasional newcomer. They all seem to have owners as evidenced by collars, their healthy appearance, and their obvious comfort around humans. But then there was Izzy.
Izzy showed up in our yard in early April. (My wife gave the cat that name although we would later …