She had put food out for him; some left over chicken we had from our late dinner the night before. ...First thing the lady at the shelter tells me is to bring him in and they would adopt him out. ...Whether he is fighting off the stray cats that come around the house or chasing a rabbit at full speed as I watch through three back yards. ...Later that day after the deed was done, I was told by the vet to make sure to keep The Blizz inside for 24 hours as he was still woozy from the drugs. ...And to top it all off I saw where one of the plastic light bulb cages I had put around the lights in the garage to protect them from breakage, had been melted onto the bulb. ...He had become our cat and we decided to put a collar on him, so people would know he wasn’t a feral cat. ...Or my neighbor, Mark across the street telling me he saw Izzy chase a squirrel up a tree and Izzy was about to grab the squirrel and pull him down. ...Later Mark went home and Izzy decided to take a siesta in the cool green grass of what was a warm July day in the neighbors yard next door. ...Eventually the trade off of being in a warm stable climate of a house attracted Izzy and he decided he would take advantage of sleeping during the various parts of the day or night, be a lap cat for a while then go back to the outdoor world he truly loved. ...Because his jaw was separated at the front clavicle, we were told that they didn’t know how long we would have to feed him this way.