A Sunday morning visit in early December 2004 was my first encounter with Izzy. Arriving late (as normal) Kelly and I walked down the steps into the Dome to be greeted as usual by Lynn cheerfully telling us we have got to meet the new kids that arrived the day before. Fully opening the door to the food pantry (obviously normally off limits to the residents) Lynn showed me Izzy. Hiding behind tins of meaty chunks of some sort or other was this tiny little black and white fluff ball. Lynn told me that her owners had dropped her off the previous day and she had promised them that Izzy would be well taken care of. Izzy had been diagnosed as having Feline Leukemia (FeLV). I carefully lifted her out of her tinned hiding place and cradled her in my arms which was where she stayed for the next few hours. Izzy was very small but you could see she would have been a bigger cat due to her white paws being out of proportion to her small frame. Around the same time that she arrived a huge cat named Malcolm came in. Malcolm sort of got renamed to Moose because of his size, he and Izzy got along real well together. I would walk into the Dome and Izzy would come running, tail straight up in the air. If I was working in another room I would get a call to come and cuddle Izzy because she was hindering everybody from working. I tried to explain that she was only helping! It was always a welcome break to come and rescue them all from Izzy. Holding her became my main task, who was I to argue, I loved it. I would spend ages brushing her, watching the birds on the birdtable, just holding her. In early March Izzy developed an upper respiratory infection. I was on it like a shot and Lynn gave her a course of antibiotics, she came through it after only few days but having lost some of her plump little belly. Lynn must have been sick of me phoning every day enquiring how my little Izzy was. Had she had her medicine? Was she eating? It became the opening words of any phone call from Lynn, Izzy's fine! She developed a bit of an eye infection which again we were on like a shot. Elder cats catching the Leukemia virus have at least had time to develop some sort of immune system, not so in a kitten. Izzy used to eat like a horse but never regained the weight she lost after her first illness. Izzy developed another infection and sadly died at the end of March. We all miss her, but are glad to have known her.