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Saturday, September 01, 2018

Having Fallen Under the Spell of the Charismatic Marley's Irresistible Charms, an Old Age Pensioner Subsequently Lands in Dutch with Both His Lawful Owners and the Peelers

Marley Is a Very Popular Cat in the Neighborhood

"Surely to goodness they should be concentrating on burglars and muggers rather than wasting time with an old lady and a cat."
-- Shirley Key

Falling head over heels in love with a cat is certainly an easy enough thing to do. It is so easy in fact that it could happen to almost anyone. That is especially the case if the beloved just happens to be a dashing, jet-black tom with bedroom eyes and the lover is an elderly woman who is all alone in this world.

There are always difficulties with any affaire de coeur, however, and that is perhaps why that in Greek mythology Ares, the god of war, serves as Aphrodites' lover. In addition to that age-old dilemma, "the course of true love never did run smooth" as Lysander reminded Hermia in Act I, Scene I of William Shakespeare's 1594 play, A Midsummer-Night's Dream.

The protagonists in this modern-day tale of love and woe are a seventy-nine-year-old pensioner named Shirley Key who resides on Sea Road in Westgate-on-Sea, one-hundred-twenty kilometers east of London on the North Sea in Kent, and a four-year-old tom named Marley who is owned by her neighbors, Kathryn and Brad Doulton. Although press reports contend that he is a Persian-Ragdoll mix, it is difficult to detect any resemblance to either breed in his outward appearance.

That has not, however, in any way diminished his appeal. In fact, it could even be argued that his flamboyant personality more than compensates for whatever elements of the exotic that he may be lacking.

Even so, that is certainly not a valid reason for anyone to call into question his morals. "Marley is a complete tart and a floozy, a right showoff and most of the neighbors know him," Mrs. Doulton declared to the Daily Mail of London on June 10th. (See "'Surely They Should Be Concentrating on Burglars, Not an Old Lady and a Cat': Tearful Pensioner, Seventy-Nine, Slams Police for 'Threatening to Prosecute Her for Feeding Her Neighbor's Pet'.") "He has a lovely coat and wonderful eyes. I can see why people like him."

Well, that certainly is a fine way for a woman to talk about her cat! Besides, doing so could be dangerous. For instance, if he ever were able to master the faculty of language, as did Hector H. Munro's Tobermory, and started spilling the beans about her sexual peccadilloes the shoe then would be on the other foot and it would be her, rather than Marley, with the red face.

As far as it has been revealed, the retired model and Marley first met in April of 2017 when she accidentally stumbled upon him sleeping in her greenhouse. Moreover, if her account of that fateful meeting is in any way accurate, it would appear in hindsight that she got to him just in the nick of time.

"When I found (him I) could play a tune of its (sic) ribs and backbone. It (sic) could hardly stand up," she disclosed to the weekly Kent and Sussex Courier of Royal Tunbridge Wells on June 2nd of this year. (See "Heartbroken Westgate Pensioner, Seventy-Nine, Warned by Police for Feeding Neighbor's Cat.") "It (sic) was staring at me petrified. Its (sic) eyes looked completely dead."

Far from being a slouch when it comes to doing the right thing, she promptly provided Marley with some food and continued to shelter him. It is far from clear, however, if she invited him into her house or cruelly forced him to remain in her, most likely, unheated greenhouse.

She eventually even took him to Pets at Home, England's largest pet store, to be treated by one of the outlet's veterinarians. That exercise set her back £200 but it did relieve her mind in that the examination revealed that he, apparently, was not suffering from anything other than gross neglect.

The record is a bit murky as to what she did next but she at the least did continue to feed and shelter him just as if he belonged to her until November of last year when she belatedly learned that he was owned by the Doultons. It is unknown how that came about in that he apparently was neither wearing a collar nor had he been tattooed. Presumably, he also had not been microchipped or otherwise the examining veterinarian likely would have found and deciphered the implant.

It would be even more interesting to know what the Doultons were doing between April and November of last year. For instance, did they even bother to canvass the neighborhood door-to-door or to fly-post it with Lost Cat posters?

The answer to both of those question would appear to be no and that in itself calls into question the sincerity of their belated declarations of abiding love for him. "Marley was catnapped. She was keeping him in overnight which was causing us distress," Mrs. Doulton averred to the Daily Mail. "Marley is loved by everyone in the family, especially my granddaughter Emily, and we all missed him."

She may or may not be telling the truth but from all appearances she certainly did not love and miss him sufficiently enough in order to even mount so much as a cursory search for him. Compounding her and her family's negligence, they knowingly allowed him to continue to reside with Key until May of this year.

Perhaps he occasionally stopped by his old stamping ground during the day but even that is unknown. The English like to profess their great love for cats but a fairly large percentage of them would qualify as the most uncaring, negligent, and irresponsible guardians on the planet.

For example, they not only allow them to roam the perilous streets while they are away at work during the day but also to stay out all night. They accordingly seldom know either where they are for weeks at a time or the myriad of dangers that are imperiling their fragile lives. (See Cat Defender posts of November 21, 2012, January 31, 2014, November 10, 2014, October 7, 2016, and February 8, 2017 entitled, respectively, "Officials at Plymouth College of Art Should Be Charged with Gross Negligence and Animal Cruelty in the Tragic Death of the School's Longtime Resident Feline, PCAT," "A Northumbrian Shrink Lays Claim to he Title of Being the World's Most Irresponsible Cat Owner by Turning Loose Jasper to Roam the Perilous Tyne and Wear Metro for Weeks on End," "Freya, the Chancellor of the Exchequer's Resident Feline, Cheats Death Once Again When She Survives Being Run Down and Injured by a Motorist but Her Good Luck Cannot Last for Much Longer," and "The Long and Hopelessly Frustrating Search for the Kidnapped Mr. Cheeky Ends Tragically Underneath the Wheels of a Hit-and-Run Motorist.")

Some of them even knowingly allow their cats to sleep in busy streets. (See Cat Defender post of March 29, 2017 entitled "Archie Is Knowingly Allowed to Sleep Smack-Dab in the Middle of a Busy Thoroughfare by His Derelict Owners Who Are Content with Merely Tracking His Movements by Satellite.")

It is a good deal more difficult to know exactly what to think about Key's contention that Marley was emaciated and, more or less, knocking on heaven's door. That is because opinions vary greatly as to what constitutes the proper care of a cat.

For example, the same cat can appear to be both obese and a bag of bones to two separate sets of eyes. Some folks likewise consider a footloose feline to be suffering from neglect whereas others would deem it cruel to lock it up indoors.

In June of 2007, an unidentified woman stole a seventeen-year-old, good-looking, longhaired tuxedo named Slim off the streets of the New Edinburgh neighborhood in Ottawa. She did so even though he was wearing a collar with a tag.

Slim's longtime owners, Michel Giroux and Tanya Guay, only found out what had happened to him when the thief took the extraordinary step of sending them an anonymous letter on June 30th. In the epistle, she accused them of allowing him to become thin and emaciated, his fur to become matted and dirty, and for sores to accumulate all over his body. Worst of all, she defiantly refused to return him.

"Obviously, I have no intention of returning him to the city streets to be neglected again," she emphatically stated. "If you really do care about his well-being, you'll be happy that he now lives a safe, sweet, peaceful happy life."

The woman's behavior and tongue ultimately proved to be far more than Giroux was able to bear with good grace. "Who does this person think she is to decide this cat is neglected?" he indignantly stormed back. "This person has taken it upon themselves (sic) to think that they (sic) have saved a cat when in point of fact, this cat is not neglected and he's loved and we just want him home."

As far as it is known, Giroux and Guay never again saw either hide or hair of Slim and that was truly tragic in that they had cared for him ever since they had adopted him from a shelter when he was just three months old. (See Cat Defender post of July 9, 2007 entitled "A Hungry and Disheveled Cat Named Slim Is Picked Up Off the Streets of Ottawa by a Rescuer Who Refuses to Return Him to His Owners.")

There is not any really good solution to this age-old dilemma. Cats need and deserve their freedom but any owner who allows them off of his Grundstück is playing Russian roulette not only with their lives but also his own happiness as well. Plus, such behavior leaves him open to charges of being an unfit guardian.

Finally in May of this year, the Doultons decided that they had had enough of Key's interference in Marley's life and accordingly sicced the Kent Police on her. On one of no fewer than three trips that they paid to her house they slapped her with a Community Protection Notice (CPN) Warning.

Authorized under the Anti-Social Behavior, Crime and Policing Act of 2014, these criminal behavioral orders replaced the old civil Anti-Social Behavior Orders (ASBOs) that had been in effect since 1998. Besides CPNs, there are at least six other types of these writs which are handed out by the police, Police Community Support Officers (the auxiliary police), and local authorities.

A Heartbroken Shirley Key with the Warning Letter She Got from the Bobbies

They are aimed at curbing so-called quality of life crimes, such as the playing of loud music in public and the failure of property owners to properly dispose of trash and other refuse. They even have been issued in order to compel property owners to repair holes in their fences so as to stop their dogs from escaping.

The warning that Key received obliged her to prevent Marley from venturing onto her property, including her greenhouse, and from staying overnight with her. Failure to have complied would have resulted in her being issued a real CPN which would have cost her £80.

Repeated violations could have landed her in the dock and resulted in additional CPNs and fines being levied against her. Realizing that the game was up, she apparently never entertained so much as a moment's thought of attempting to hold on to Marley but that certainly did not mean that she was the least bit happy about the way that she had been treated.

First of all, having the peelers come after her was embarrassing to say the least. "I've only had the police around three times now. The neighbors are asking me, 'what is wrong?'," she explained to the Kent and Sussex Courier. "They are treating me like a criminal."

Secondly, their behavior unnerved her something awful. "From that day I have had trouble sleeping," she confided to the Daily Mail in the June 10th article cited supra. "I've lost weight because I was frightened of going to court."

Thirdly, the police's precipitate action foreclosed any possibility that she was ever going to be able to see Marley again, let alone hold on to him. "I lost my brother and I'm the last one in the family, so he really did heal the aching in my heart," she candidly admitted to the Kent and Sussex Courier. "It's very sad."

Far from being a typically selfish old woman who is incapable of thinking about anyone else's welfare other than her own, Key has constantly kept Marley's feelings and needs close to her heart throughout her travails. "It (sic) goes where it wants, he won't understand he can't come here," she lamented to the Kent and Sussex Courier.

Once she had gotten over the twin shocks of being treated like a common criminal and losing custody of Marley, her soul became inflamed with moral indignation directed at the high-handed tactics of the police. "Surely to goodness they should be concentrating on burglars and muggers rather than wasting time with an old lady and a cat," she fumed to the Daily Mail on June 6th. "It was such a shock seeing them there. I burst into tears when they served me with a Community Protection Notice..."

Far from being an isolated case, it is always the same old story all over the world in that cops are little more than predators who feather their own nests by crapping almost exclusively on those individuals and animals who are unable to defend themselves. That is the principal reason why these sorry, rotten bastards can seldom, if ever, be counted upon to do what they are supposed to be doing in that they are all the time engaged in activities that they should not be doing.

In this case, however, the Kent Police belatedly had a change of heart and on June 1st rescinded the warning letter that they had issued to Key. "A warning was given to a resident in error on May 31st in Westgate following a report of a dispute between two neighbors," Chief Inspector Rhiannan Pepper told the Kent and Sussex Courier. "The warning has been since withdrawn and the matter fully explained to the resident."

The officer who issued the warning also was reportedly called on the carpet. Even so, the police not only steadfastly refused to issue an apology to Key but they "strongly advised" her once again to restrain from feeding and housing Marley.

"I didn't encourage him, I never even used his name. I don't have any pets, I don't have a cat flap, but I do leave the door open for fresh air," Key revealed to the Daily Mail on June 6th. (See "Animal Lover, Seventy-Nine, Is Visited by Three Police Officers and Given Official Warning Letter for Cat Theft after Feeding Moggie She Thought Was a Stray Because It Kept Coming into Her Garden.") "So he would walk in quite happily. I can't keep him out unless I keep my doors closed, and I shouldn't have to do that."

If she thought that she had found a loophole in the law that she could exploit so as to occasionally continue to see Marley once in a while, she was promptly disabused of any such notion by the Doultons' decision to ground him. The only concession that she received from the couple was Mr. Doulton's belated acknowledgement that he "felt stupid" for calling the police on her.

"I understand she is a lonely old lady but she should get her own cat," Mrs. Doulton told the Daily Mail on June 10th.

Having apparently taken that advice to heart, Key has announced plans to adopt a rescue cat later in the year but such an undertaking is not without its problems. The most obvious of which is her advanced years and the fact that she lives alone.

It is by no means even clear that there are all that many rescue groups that would entrust a cat to her care. Even if she were able to overcome that impediment, it would be imperative that she immediately made some arrangement for its continued care in the event that she preceded it in death.

The absolute last thing that this world needs is for more cats to be put through what Ian was when his caretaker died. (See Cat Defender post of July 27, 2013 entitled "Instead of Killing Her Off with a Jab of Sodium Pentobarbital and Then Burning Her Corpse, Ian Remains Steadfast at His Guardian's Side Long after Her Death.")

Those considerations may also help to explain Key's ardent interest in Marley. C'est-à-dire, she would dearly love to have a cat of her own but is unwilling at her age to assume the awesome responsibilities that go with ownership.

As a compromise, she settled on Marley and that is an all-too-common occurrence. In fact, it in large part explains the meteoric rise in the popularity of cat cafes. (See Cat Defender post of June 5, 2008 entitled "Teahouse Cats Are Given Shelter and Work but Precious Little Job Security and No Legal Protections.")

There was nothing per se wrong with Key's befriending of Marley except for the fact that he turned out to have legal guardians who strenuously objected to her attentions. She might even be a far better guardian of him than the Doultons but that is a moot point considering that she does not have any legal claim to him.

Also, should she go ahead as planned and actually adopt a cat she is courting trouble if she stubbornly continues to insist upon keeping her doors, and possibly windows as well, open. In addition to the danger posed by real-life burglars, one of her neighbors might take a shine to her new cat and spirit it away to parts unknown.

A far more pressing concern are motorists who get their kicks by running down and killing footloose cats. She accordingly ought to at least consider either fencing in her garden or closely monitoring her new arrival's activities whenever it  ventures out of doors.

With shelters, Animal Control officers, veterinarians, and others killing tens of millions of them around the world each year there quite obviously is a huge surplus of unwanted cats. That in turn makes all celebrated custody disputes of this sort appear to be out of place and superfluous.

Of course, it is not any secret that individuals become attached to specific cats and that certainly is easy enough to comprehend. In addition to that, the theft of cats is purportedly on the rise all across England.

For example, pet insurer Direct Line, located in the Bromley section of London, maintains that the number of cats stolen during 2016 increased by a whopping forty per cent over 2014. Even more eye-popping, three-hundred-sixty-thousand respondents claimed that they had had at least one cat stolen during 2016.

While it is true that pedigreed cats can fetch a tidy sum on the black market and that research laboratories and fur retailers traffic in them, not too much can be read into those statistics. That is especially the case given that the English allow their cats to roam so freely. After all, if they do not have any earthly idea where their companions are a lion's share of the time, it is difficult to see how that they in good faith can claim that they have been stolen.

Nevertheless, with shelters and surgeries overflowing with cats and kittens no one has a valid reason for stealing another person's cat. Instead, the proper thing for such individuals to do would be to save a life by adopting.

The dilemma about what to do with footloose cats that appear to be homeless is a good deal more complicated. Even so, that is not a valid reason for anyone to go off the deep end as Kelly Freezer of Bright Side Vets in Swadlincote, three-hundred-eighteen kilometers east of Westgate in Derbyshire, did last year.

Slim's Drop-Dead Good Looks Made Him a Real Prize for His Abductor

"It might not be intentional but the person feeding the cat might think the cat is a stray and encourage it to stay, when the reality is the cat is just looking for food and comfy place to sleep," she railed to the Burton Mail on September 5, 2017. (See "Swadlincote Vet Makes Pleas to Cat Owners as Number of Thefts Continues to Soar.") "For this reason we would discourage people from feeding a cat that isn't theirs, not only could it encourage them (sic) to continue to stray from home but they (sic) could have special dietary requirements or medications that needs (sic) to be considered."

That is the usual drivel that the public is treated to by members of her ignoble profession who always have been, more or less, anti-cat. First of all, anyone who comes upon a cat that needs befriending, protecting, sheltering, feeding, and medicating should by all available means open up his heart and wallet for it because doing so just might save its life.

Should the cat turn out to have an owner who objects to someone else caring for it, such an individual has little choice but to cease his ministrations. If, on the other hand, that individual feels that the cat in question is being either abused or neglected, he then can attempt to either purchase it outright or, for whatever it is worth, report the negligent owner to the proper authorities.

Secondly, Freezer's palaver about diet and medications does not make sense. If a cat is out on the street it quite obviously could be eating almost anything or nothing at all. Furthermore, unless it occasionally returns home and on such occasions is lucky enough to find its derelict guardian available, it is not going to be receiving its medications anyway.

The response to Key's plight from Cats Protection in Haywards Heath, Sussex, was every bit as useless as it was predictable. "We do hear of people accidentally adopting owned cats," a spokesperson for the charity acknowledged to The Telegraph of London on June 6th. (See "Cat 'Thieves' Warned Against Feeding Neighbors' Pets after Pensioner Handed Official Warning by Police.") "We ask people to check with their neighbors first before taking in a stray cat."

That is hardly practicable given that cats are known to roam miles from home. Besides, few individuals are willing to go door-to-door in order to track down their own cats once they disappear, let alone those that belong to either perfect strangers or to no one in particular at all.

It additionally is unconscionable for the charity to advise concerned citizens to stand idly by and allow cats to be mowed down by motorists, eaten by foxes, and assaulted by yobs simply because they do not know if they have owners. Of course, such asinine and heartless advice is merely par for the course coming as it does from an organization that has a nasty habit of snuffing out the lives of the very cats that it claims to be protecting. (See Cat Defender posts of August 26, 2015 and February 17, 2016 entitled, respectively, "A Myriad of Cruel and Unforgivable Abandonments, a Chinese Puzzle, and Finally the Handing Down and Carrying Out of a Death Sentence Spell the End of Long-Suffering and Peripatetic Tigger" and "Cats Protection Races to Alfie's Side after His Owner Dies and He Winds Up on the Street, Swears It Is Going to Help Him, and Then Turns Around and Has Him Whacked.")

Even more outrageous, Cats Protection is opposed to individuals feeding cats that they do not own. Its spokesperson even went so far as to advise against the feeding of both well-fed and undernourished cats. Its reasoning being that if a cat with a healthy weight keeps turning up it likely has an owner of its own whereas one that is starving to death does not need to be fed but rather to be returned to its owners.

As the cases of both Marley and Slim have more than abundantly demonstrated, determining the health of any cat is a highly subjective business. Besides, anyone who elects to play Hamlet until a cat keels over from a lack of food and water is not only being cruel but a fool to boot.

Instead, the charity is putting all of its eggs into one basket by continuing to preach the gospel of implanted microchips. "We'd advise cat owners to microchip their pet (sic) and keep the details up-to-date should they change address (sic)," its spokesperson blowed to The Telegraph.

The reason that it and veterinarians are so madly in love with them is that they pocket approximately £30 in England and $45 in the United States for every one of them that they implant. The makers of the chips also charge cat owners a fee for maintaining their contact information in their databases.

Although microchips can occasionally lead to the successful reunification of long-lost cats with their rightful owners, they also have been used as an excuse to put the kibosh on such efforts. (See Cat Defender post of January 24, 2017 entitled "Tigger Is Finally Reunited with His Family Despite the Best Efforts of the Administrators of a Microchip Database to Keep Them Apart.")

They additionally have been linked to cancer. (See Cat Defender posts of September 21, 2007 and November 6, 2010 entitled, respectively, "The FDA Is Suppressing Research That Shows Implanted Microchips Cause Cancer in Mice, Rats, and Dogs" and "Bulkin Contracts Cancer from an Implanted Microchip and Now It Is Time for Digital Angel® and Merck to Answer for Their Crimes in a Court of Law.")

Some veterinarians and rescue groups are so incompetent that they cannot even properly implant the devices. (See Cat Defender post of April 28, 2016 entitled "Sassie Is Left Paralyzed as a Result of Yet Still Another Horribly Botched Attempt to Implant a Thoroughly Worthless and Pernicious Microchip Between Her Shoulders.")

The number one rap against microchips, however, is that they afford cats absolutely zero protection against those individuals and animals who are intent upon doing them harm. (See Cat Defender post of May 25, 2006 entitled "Plato's Misadventures Expose the Pitfalls of RFID Technology as Applied to Cats.")

Last but not least, Cats Protection recommends that strays be taken to veterinarians so that they can be scanned for implanted chips. In the United States most veterinarians, including those from Banfield who work out of some of PetSmart's outlets, offer this service gratis; it is not known if their English counterparts reciprocate.

Even so, there are at least two difficulties with that proposal. First of all, it definitely is not for individuals with weak hearts. Why, just the shock of ever receiving anything free of charge from one of those bloodsucking charlatans would be sufficient in itself to put some individuals in their graves!

Secondly, there are not a whole lot of people in this world who are willing to go to the trouble and expense of trapping a cat. On top of that, a cage and a means of transporting it to a surgery are required.

In the event that the cat should turn out to have an owner, additional time and expense are necessary in order to reunite it with its owner. Perhaps most disconcerting of all, the act of trapping and all the bandying about that goes with it is extremely traumatic for the cat itself.

Instead of putting its faith in laws, rules, and gratuitous advice that few individuals are going to adhere to anyway, Cats Protection would be better off championing the right of all cats to live. Along with that it should be urging that they be treated with compassion at all times and that most definitely includes allowing concerned individuals to provide them with protection, shelter, food, and veterinary care.

In the greater scheme of things, those are the issues that truly matter. Ownership issues will sometimes successfully sort themselves out as they eventually did in Marley's case. At other times, wonderful cats, such as Slim, will be regrettably lost forever.

Nevertheless, the goal always should be to better protect and to enhance the lives of all cats and in that light instructing private citizens to turn cold shoulders to those in need is most definitely not the right approach. Au contraire, the willingness of individuals to demonstrate compassion should be universally applauded.

With from all appearances Marley and Key's dalliance being at an end, only two outstanding issues remain. The first one concerns whether the Doultons have shown the common decency to reimburse Key for the £200 at she shelled out in order to have Marley treated at Pets at Home.

That is as rather unimportant matter, however, and that is attested to by Key's unwillingness to make a stink about the money in spite of how dreadful the Doulton have treated her. The quality of the care that they are going to be providing Marley is a much more important issue.

First of all, since they have not publicly commented upon Key's accusation that they nearly starved him to death, it is not exactly clear who is telling the truth. Looking ahead, the more important issue is whether or not they are going to be willing to take proper care of him by keeping him at home and furnishing him with regular meals.

Normally speaking, cats that have guardians who stay at home and take a keen interest in both their well-being and happiness do not do all that much roaming. By contrast, owners who are seldom around and correspondingly demonstrate very little or no interest in their cats' happiness leave them with little choice other than to seek out the companionship of other humans and cats who are willing to supply what they are missing at home.

Contrary to popular belief, cats are high maintenance animals who require almost constant supervision and care and for that reason alone absentee owners seldom make even halfway decent guardians of them. Moreover, any individual who is fortunate enough to have one, two, three, or more cats at home does not have much of a reason to be doing any roaming and spraying.

The pursuit of fame and fortune is a total waste of time and as far as some discriminating masculine souls are concerned there are at least twenty excellent reasons why cats make better companions than women. (See Cat Defender post of February 17, 2018 entitled "Forget about Women! Adopting a Cat Is a Far More Rewarding Alternative for Some Guys Who Are Searching for Their Forever Valentines.")

Photos: Daily Mail (Marley), the Kent and Sussex Courier (Key), and Tanya Guay (Slim).

Monday, August 20, 2018

The Brutal Slaying and Mutilation of Bebe Has Reaffirmed Edmonton's Longstanding Claim to the Title of Being Canada's Most Violent, Sadistic, and Murderous City When It Comes to Cats

Bebe Was Just Eight Years Old

"There was no predator. By the way the cat looked, there was no ripped skin. Everything was nice and smooth."
-- Bebe's owner Don

Don and his wife used to own six cats but an eight-year-old, jet-black female named Bebe was his favorite. One of the major reasons for that was her endearing personality.

"Bebe was a shy cat, liked to be petted," he related to Global News of Vancouver on July 15th of last year. (See "Edmonton Man Distraught after Cat Attacked: 'Watch Out for Each Other's Animals'.") "It (sic) had a really raspy voice when it (sic) wanted to be petted. She was almost like a child to us."

All went well for her and Don, who has chosen not to divulge his surname, until July 6th of last year when she mysteriously disappeared from the home that they shared in the Montrose section of northeast Edmonton. Unlike most disappearances of this nature, Bebe was soon located the following day but by that time it was much too late for her.

"My wife phoned me. Some children had found the cat in a field here," he told Global News. "Somebody had taken a knife and skinned it (sic)."

Once he had gotten over his initial shock, Don telephoned the Edmonton Police but that proved to have been not only a total waste of time and effort but also a case of rubbing salt into his already gaping emotional wounds. That is because Cheryl Sheppard of the department cavalierly dismissed his assertion that Bebe had been mutilated by an individual and instead ludicrously postulated that she had been killed by another animal.

"There was no predator. By the way the cat looked, there was no ripped skin. Everything was nice and smooth," he countered to Global News. "If a dog had ripped the cat apart, there would be gouge marks around the cat. There was nothing -- there was just nice, smooth skin."

A necropsy more than likely would have been able to determine either who or what had killed Bebe but Don elected, for unspecified reasons, not to have one performed. Given the intransigence of the Edmonton Police, the matter died there and Don and his wife were left to lick their emotional wounds and to mourn Bebe in private.

Earlier on February 14, 2014, an even more dastardly deed was committed against an elderly brown cat named Pudge. On that occasion, nineteen-year-old Zachary McKinnon stole him from the residence of his nineteen-year-old owner, Derek North, by stuffing him into his backpack and then nonchalantly waltzing out the door.

Once he had Pudge at his mercy, McKinnon took him to the remote Mill Creek Ravine between Kass Road and Thirty-Fifth Avenue in northwest Edmonton where he was joined by eighteen-year-old Wendell Mack Mah and an unidentified fourteen-year-old male. They then methodically proceeded to stab him to death with a pair of scissors.

The Edmonton Police Insist That an Animal Did This to Bebe

Afterwards they dismembered him with a knife and cooked his remains over an open fire. It is unclear from press reports if they actually ever got around to consuming any of his flesh owing to the fact that their repasting was interrupted by an unidentified individual who telephoned the fire department after seeing the smoke rising from their campfire.

As it is usually the case in such instances, the Edmonton Police accompanied the fire brigade and, unlike with Bebe, they were unable to purposefully turn blind eyes to the evidence in plain view underneath their long, dirty noses. Consequently, they were forced into arresting the trio.

McKinnon initially claimed that Pudge was a coyote that he had killed. When that ridiculous bit of malarkey was dismissed, he changed his story and claimed that he had killed him in order to put him out of its misery.

He perhaps came the closest to the truth when he later said that he had acted out of boredom. For whatever it is worth, it additionally has theorized in the press that he killed Pudge in order to get back at North for allegedly stealing his iPod®.

When his case finally came to trial in early October of 2014, Provincial Judge Donna Groves gave him a good tongue-lashing. "The allegations are gruesome. The cat was killed, its neck was broken and its body was dismembered," the Edmonton Sun reported her as lecturing him in its October 8th edition. (See "Edmonton Cat Killer Has History of Killing Animals and Setting Fires.") "This was a brutal and senseless killing of an innocent and defenseless animal."

That was all, however, that McKinnon received from her in that after having given her tongue a good flapping she turned around and let him off with a measly ten months in jail. Moreover, if she thought that her lecturing of him accomplished anything other than providing him with a few moments of levity she is off her rocker.

Her asinine ruling was made all the more absurd given that he is not only a well-known serial abuser of small animals but a firebug to boot. For example, he makes a habit of killing squirrels and gophers by stepping on their necks.

He additionally is an admitted Wiccan with known anti-social tendencies. It is, however, the naked abuse of cats that thrills devil worshipers like him the most. (See Cat Defender post of September 27, 2010 entitled "Caged, Shot Thirty Times with an Air Gun, and Then Tossed into a Bay to Drown, Lovey Is Rescued in the Middle of the Night by a Good Samaritan.")

Furthermore, a psychologist who evaluated him even went so far as to inform Groves that he was a high-risk to commit additional crimes as well as a moderate risk to harm animals in the future. None of that proved to be sufficient, however, to dissuade her from turning loose this monster in order to continue to prey upon additional cats.

Zachary McKinnon


"It was like losing a brother," North, who got Pudge from a farmer as a boy of three, related to global News on October 7, 2014. (See "Edmonton Teen Who Mutilated Cat Sentenced to Ten Months in Jail.") "It's like I'm missing half of myself without him."

If North and his parents can be blamed for anything it was in allowing McKinnon to reside with them for four months. Bringing strangers into one's home is always a risky proposition to begin with but that is especially the case whenever there are cats involved. (See Cat Defender post of February 22, 2017 entitled "The Months of Unrelenting Abuse Meted Out to Elfie by a Roommate Graphically Demonstrate the Advantages as Well as the Limitations of Using Surveillance Cameras in Order to Protect Cats" plus the Northwest Florida Daily News of Fort Walton Beach, articles dated June 7, 2013 and July 3, 2013 and entitled, respectively, "Roommate Gives Cat Away; Owner Searching" and "Cat Given Away by Roommate Found: 'As Soon as He Meowed, I Knew It Was Him'.")

When Mah was finally forced to face the music in late July of 2016 he fared even better than McKinnon in that Provincial Court Judge Elizabeth Johnson gave him only six months in the can. Like her fellow lackey on the bench, Groves, she ladled on the self-righteous moral indignation but that is about all.

"The circumstances are horrific," she superfluously declared according to the July 25, 2016 edition of the Edmonton Journal. (See "Edmonton Man Gets Six Month Jail Sentence for Killing and Cooking Cat in River Valley.")

If North was disappointed by the polite tap on the wrists meted out to McKinnon by Groves, he was even more stunned by Johnson's decision to let off Mah so easily. "It actually breaks my heart," he told the Edmonton Journal.

It is not known what became of McKinnon and Mah's juvenile accomplice but it is a sure bet that he never spent so much as a minute behind bars. He might have been forced to undergo a psychiatric evaluation and perhaps some counseling but that most likely was the extent of his punishment.

Far from being an isolated case, the refusal of courts in Edmonton to punish Pudge's kidnappers, torturers, and killers is merely par for the course. For instance, humane groups and the police seldom even bother to investigate cases of cruelty to cats.

Even on those rare occasions when arrests are made and prosecutors lay charges knuckleheaded judges, such as Groves and Johnson, invariably set them free. It accordingly does not take any genius to understand why that atrocities committed against the species not only do not show any sign of abating but rather continue to escalate at an epidemic rate.

Wendell Mack Mah

If the law enforcement community dealt with homicides in such a complacent fashion nobody's life and property would be worth so much as a plug nickel. The only logical conclusion to be drawn from such an abhorrent and ingrained attitude is that its members fully approve of the abuse and killing of cats.

The law enforcement community's blasé attitude toward the killing of cats was, perhaps, nowhere more poignantly on display than in its reaction to the killing and mutilation of a cat that was discovered in July of 2017 on a trail that runs alongside Highway Twenty-One near the intersection of Ninety-Fourth Street in Fort Saskatchewan, thirty-eight kilometers northeast of Edmonton.

"This type of an incident is very disturbing to the community members of Fort Saskatchewan and to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP)," Corporal Michael Robitaille told Global News on July 27, 2017. (See "Mutilated Cat Found Dead on Walking Trail Northeast of Edmonton.") "We are asking for the person or persons responsible to come forward and deal with this situation."

That is not about to happen in a million years and he is fully cognizant of that petit fait. On the contrary, it is precisely his job to get off his fat ass and to apprehend the perpetrator.

On August 22, 2015, a mutilated cat was found in a field near the Elmer S. Gish Elementary School in St. Albert, fifteen kilometers northwest of Edmonton. Two days later on August 24th another mutilated cat was found in a park near Salisbury Avenue. The St. Albert RCMP supposedly looked into both killings but, as best it could be determined, no arrests ever were made in either case.

Shortly before that between August 13th and August 15th another cat was slashed from its stomach to its spine near One-Hundred-Twenty-Third Avenue and Eighty-Second Street in Edmonton. Miraculously, it somehow survived thanks to prompt veterinary intervention.

The Edmonton Police supposedly looked into the matter but, as far as it has been reported, no arrest ever was made in the case. All totaled, during the first eight months of 2015, the force responded to forty-three complaints of animal abuse.

"We are shocked and dismayed to learn of these recent severe animal cruelty cases in our region," Miranda Jordan "Smitty" Smith, chief executive officer of the Edmonton Humane Society (EHS), told the Edmonton Journal on September 1, 2015. (See "Edmonton Humane Society Concerned about Mutilated Cat Claims.") "How we treat animals is a reflection of our culture, community, and humanity. It is evident to us that we must continue the work that we do in delivering humane education focused on building kindness, compassion, and empathy toward all living things."

Au contraire, the absolute last thing on earth that scumbags like McKinnon, Mah, and their juvenile accomplice need is compassion; rather, they should be lined up against a wall and shot. Plus, it was not long before Smitty's highfalutin, hypocritical  rhetoric came back to haunt her and the organization that she runs. (See Cat Defender post of August 8, 2018 entitled "Under Fire for Allowing Three Cats to Languish in an Unheated Vehicle for Twenty-Three Days Without Food and Water, Staffers at the Edmonton Humane Society Are Now Attempting To Save Their Own Miserable Hides with a Trumped-Up Outside Inquiry.")

Earlier on May 31, 2010, a beautiful longhaired brown and white cat named Remington was cut in half at 37a Avenue and One-Hundred-Seventeenth Street in the Greenfield section of southwest Edmonton. His owner, Louise Gunn, made the grisly discovery on a neighbor's lawn.

"It didn't take long to see the birds out there on the neighbor's lawn, eating something so I went down and it was my cat, but my cat had been killed and cut in half," she informed the CBC on June 1, 2010. (See "Mutilated Cat Remains Found in Southwest Edmonton.") "So only the bottom half was there."

Derek North Outside of Court Holding a Photograph of Pudge

It never was determined what Remington's killer did with his head and in that respect his murder bears an eerie resemblance to the killing of Jordana Rebmann's cat, Runa, on November 17th of last year in the city of Oberrohrdorf, thirty kilometers northwest of Zurich, in that her head likewise never has been found. (See Cat Defender posts of December 8, 2017 and February 28, 2018 entitled, respectively, "The Abduction, Brutal Slaying, and Diabolical Mutilation of Runa Leaves Her Owner Devastated and Strikes Fear into the Hearts of All Cat Lovers in a Small Town in Switzerland" and "The Hunt for Runa's Sadistic Killer Takes an Unexpected and Bizarre Turn But, Owing to the Polizei's Refusal to Take this Case Seriously, an Arrest Remains a Long Shot.")

A necropsy performed by Gunn's veterinarian confirmed that a human, as opposed to either a coyote or some other animal, had been responsible for his death. Even so that confirmation proved to be insufficient in order to interest either the police or the EHS into seriously investigating the matter.

That was in spite of the fact that another cat belonging to one of Gunn's neighbors had been beheaded earlier during the spring of 2009. Predictably, the intransigence of the authorities led to yet still another unidentified cat being cut in half at nearby Thirty-Ninth Avenue and One-Hundred-Seventeenth Street a few weeks later in mid-July of 2010.

All totaled, from the date of Remington's murder through late August of 2010 at least eight cats were killed and dismembered in Greenfield alone. (See the CBC, August 27, 2010, "Cat Killings Prompt Warning.")

During the first half of 2007, seventeen cats were killed in Edmonton. A joint task force made up by the Edmonton Police, the city's Parks Department, Alberta Fish and Wildlife, the Alberta SPCA, and the St. Albert RCMP failed, as far as it is known, to make a single arrest.

Bebe, Pudge, and Remington are but three of, doubtlessly, hundreds of cats that have been brutally murdered and dismembered in and around Edmonton over the course of the past decade or so. In spite of that horrific death toll, the interminable suffering of cats, and the heartbreak visited upon their aggrieved owners, the law enforcement community and humane groups, whose job it is to enforce the anti-cruelty statutes, cannot be stirred even with a stick into taking action.

Both local and provincial politicians are likewise not even worth shooting. All the while callous and uncaring Edmontonians, who most assuredly know better, continue to not only dutifully pay their taxes but to return to office year after year the same no-account, rotten public officials and bureaucrats.

For its part, the EHS claims that it is killing fewer cats these days but the statistics that it fobs off on the gullible are meaningless in light of how it and Animal Care and Control not only shuttle cats between each other's death camps but also outsource them to multiple hellholes outside of Edmonton. (See the Toronto Star, July 25, 2018, "Edmonton Humane Society Sees Cat Euthanization Numbers Dip by More Than Fifty Per Cent.")

To sum up the entire sorry business in a nutshell, the operators of shelters employ so many dodges and have so little regard for the unvarnished truth that absolutely nothing that any of them maintain has so much as a shred of credibility. The only way to get at the truth would be to require independent ombudsmen to be not only on duty inside these hateful facilities but also to accompany Animal Control officers in the field. (See Cat Defender posts of July 29, 2010 and and August 31, 2006 entitled, respectively, "The Benicia Vallejo Humane Society Is Outsourcing the Mass Killing of Kittens and Cats All the While Masquerading as a No-Kill Shelter" and "An Animal Control Officer Goes on a Drunken Binge and Leaves Four Cats and a Dog to Die of Thirst, Hunger, and Heat at a Massachusetts Shelter.")

Beautiful Remington Was Sliced in Half but His Head Never Was Found

Animal Care and Control likewise claims that it has cleaned up its act and, not surprisingly, it has the CBC in its corner beating a drum for it. "A facility that gives its guests plenty of treats, has heated floors and plays spa music sounds like a vacation fit for a human," that thoroughly dishonest and unprincipled news organization caroled on June 26, 2018. (See "Edmonton's Animal Care and Control Center Not 'the Pound of Yesteryear's'.") "But it's actually Edmonton's lost animals at the city's Animal Care and Control Center that are treated to such luxuries."

Well, Scheiß in den Hut! Few individuals ever would be caught so much as thinking such Unsinn in private, let alone broadcasting it to the world.

No matter how that the Scheißkopfe at the CBC try to spin it, at the end of the day being in jail is still being in jail and a death house is still a death house. In that regard it is just too bad that there is not some way that the tables could be turned on staffers at the network whereby it would be they instead of cats that wound up in cages at the pound in Edmonton.

It would be very interesting to learn if they still felt the same way about the facility's luxurious living conditions after they had spent a few days caged. It would even be worth a million bucks or more just to behold the looks on their ugly maps once staffers approached their cages with syringes loaded with sodium pentobarbital.

Perhaps in that last split-second before death enveloped them they would belatedly wise up to what the ancient Greek poet Bion of Smyrna understood only too well all those millenniums ago. "Though boys throw stones at frogs in sport, the frogs do not die in sport, but in earnest," he pointed out.

The CBC's disgraceful scraping and bowing for Animal Care and Control in Edmonton is merely one of countless examples of the reams of lies and bullshit that the media pass off as the gospel truth on a daily basis. (See Cat Defender post of July 9, 2018 entitled "The Slimy, Underhanded, and Utterly Despicable New York Times Fabricates Another One-Sided, Scurrilous Screed Against Cats and This Time Around the Target of Its Libels Is a TNR Colony at the Googleplex in Mountain View.")

In conclusion, it is all but impossible to find anything positive to say about either the public officials or the private citizens of Edmonton. The abject failure of both parties to better protect the lives of all cats and to put an end once and for all time to these wholesale killings and mutilations is not only unpardonable but borders upon a criminal offense itself.

Edmonton's failure in this regard cannot be chalked up to either a lack of money or expertise in that the city has plenty of both. Rather, the city's failure is preeminently a moral one.

Although it likes to market itself as the "oil capital of Canada," soon the entire world is going to know only too well that it also is the "cat killing capital of Canada." Being about as patently cruel and morally bankrupt as a people can be without first forfeiting their designation as Homo sapiens, Edmontonians may even revel in their newfound notoriety. They certainly do not have anything to fear from the ever-indulgent Edmonton Police, the RCMP, the EHS, the Alberta SPCA, and the courts, no matter how heinous their crimes.

Photos: Don (Bebe), gossip.thedirty.com (McKinnon and Mah), the Edmonton Journal (North), and Louise Gunn (Remington).

Wednesday, August 08, 2018

Under Fire for Abandoning Three Cats to Languish in an Unheated Vehicle for Twenty-Three Days Without Food and Water, Staffers at the Edmonton Humane Society Are Now Attempting to Save Their Own Miserable Hides with a Trumped-Up Outside Inquiry

The Shelter Is a House of Horrors Plagued by Gross Incompetence

"This is by far the worst nightmare for any of our team members -- from the people that were driving to the people that receive them -- all of the staff members involved were deeply affected. They have been receiving ongoing care to ensure that their mental health is addressed."
-- Jaime Caza, director of the Edmonton Humane Society
The bandying about of cats, dogs, and other animals from one shelter to another is a fairly recent and little understood development within the field of animal welfare. With the stated objective of such herculean efforts being to save lives by removing animals from high-kill and overcrowded shelters in favor of those that not only have the available space to accommodate them but, much more importantly, an abiding commitment to achieving something approaching no-kill, participants improvise a variety of both ground and air transportation modes. (See The Washington Post, May 13, 2017, "From Death Row to Adoption: Saving Animals by Car, Van, Bus and Even Plane.")

Such schemes have their fair share of drawbacks, however. For instance, subjecting already terrified animals who have lost their freedom and homes to such grueling expeditions only adds to their stress levels and that in turn can sometimes undermine their physical health as well.

Inclement weather and the ever-present dangers that always accompany venturing out onto this world's severely congested roads and into its likewise overcrowded skies are two additional concerns. None of those worries are in any way comparable however to what The Shadow once famously termed as "the evil that lurks in the hearts of men" and in that light it is truly ironic that a strategy designed to save lives sometimes actually ends up nearly extinguishing them instead.

Sad but true that was the disquieting reality that befell Lucky, Magic, and Chance earlier in the spring when they had the simply god-awful misfortune to have fallen into the clutches of the Edmonton Humane Society (EHS). The charity and its legions of protectors within the Canadian political establishment have been extremely tight-lipped about the matter and as a consequence the particulars are sketchy but nevertheless on March 27th two or more unidentified employees of it collected an unspecified number of animals from the Grande Prairie Regional Animal Care Facility (GPRACF) in the city of the same name, four-hundred-fifty-nine kilometers northwest of Edmonton.

Upon their return to Edmonton, they inexplicably neglected to unload the three cats. As a result, they were cruelly condemned to spend the next twenty-three days locked inside their cages in their transport vehicle, believed to have been a refurbished recreational vehicle, without anything to either eat or drink with the exception of the little bit of water and food that they had been supplied with at the outset of their four and one-half hour journey.

Compounding their already nearly impossible struggle to stay alive, there was not any heat in the vehicle and spring arrives rather late north of the border. For example, over the course of the twenty-two nights that they spent trapped the average overnight temperature was only -9.17° Celsius (15.49° Fahrenheit) with the thermometer plunging to between -12.3° Celsius and -20° Celsius on no fewer than ten of those occasions.

Conditions did not improve all that much even with the return of Old Sol given that the average daytime reading during their twenty-three days of incarceration was only -0.05° Celsius (31.91° Fahrenheit) with the thermometer surpassing the freezing mark on only ten occasions. (Those statistics were extrapolated from data supplied by climate.weather.gc.ca)

Assuming that the doors of the vehicle had been secured and the windows rolled up, the temperature inside of it would have been tolerable, but unpleasant, for the cats. Their lack of anything to eat and drink not only would have weakened them but made it more difficult for them to have properly regulated their body temperatures.

Not a good deal is known about how that the minds of cats function but there can be little doubt that the trio was placed under intense psychological stress. The utter hopelessness of their predicament alone would have defeated most men.

As things eventually turned out, their plight was not discovered until April 18th and that only came about when staffers were preparing to use that particular vehicle for another animal transfer. Most amazing of all, they were still alive, that is, if the EHS is to be believed.

They were extremely dehydrated and famished however as well as suffering from urine burns to their paws. Staffers accordingly administered intravenous fluids, gave them some food, and bathed them. They also more than likely were placed on heating pads in order to rapidly elevate their body temperatures and administered antibiotics and painkillers, all of which are standard components of supportive veterinary care in such emergencies.

Veterinary reports obtained from the EHS by Global News of Vancouver have failed to shine much in the way of additional illumination on the cats' condition. For example, the April 18th report on Lucky, a four-year-old Domestic Shorthair, states only that he was dehydrated, famished, and had suffered mild urine scalding on his paws.

Magic, a one-year-old Domestic Shorthair, was said to have "urine and feces caked on fur around (her) hind end." Two-year-old Chance, however, was said to be vomiting and suffering from diarrhea.

Most alarming of all, the cat also was diagnosed with high alanine transaminase (ALT) which, tragically, is an indicator of severe liver damage. In fact, any cat that is forced to go without an adequate supply of food and water for a prolonged period of time is prone to both liver and kidney damage.

Oddly enough, there is absolutely nothing in Global News' cursory review of the veterinary reports concerning any of them as having either broken or worn-down claws which are rather common injuries sustained by cats whenever they attempt to extricate themselves from cages and other enclosures. One possible explanation is that the cats already were too bedraggled as the result of being shuttled around so much as to have put up much of a fight. Another possibility is that the network wanted to conceal from the public just how much hell that they had been put through and the extent of the injuries that they had sustained during their captivity.

In spite of all of those concerns, the April 26th report by the EHS' veterinarian paints a rather rosy picture of their health. "All three cats are doing well. Bright, alert, and responsive and eating well," Global News reported on June 4th. (See "Edmonton Humane Society Reviews Policies after Cats Forgotten in Vehicle for Three Weeks.")

Four days later on April 30th, the EHS sent the cats packing and back out on the road once again and this time around they were bound for the Calgary Humane Society (CHS), two-hundred-ninety-nine kilometers to the south. The charity was careful, however, not to inform its sister agency of either what the cats had been put through or their compromised health.

To its credit, the CHS apparently did not have the least bit of difficulty in securing homes for them. Tragically for their new guardians, they very well may have fallen in love with cats that may not have all that long to live.

"We were not made aware of the circumstances behind the transfer," the CHS admitted to Global News. "Upon learning of potential concerns over this previous transport, we have since contacted the adopters to ensure they're doing well and to contact us with any health concerns. We're maintaining open communications to ensure that their health is the primary focus."

It Is Believed that the Cats Were Abandoned in an RV Like This One

EHS director Jaime Caza was so glad to finally have gotten rid of them that she was unable to disguise her glee. "The cats are doing very well" she gushed to Global News. "We're really pleased to report that they have since been adopted and are now in their forever homes. We're really grateful for that."

In her defense, she claims that she did provide the CHS with the cats' veterinary records. She just conveniently neglected to inform it of how terribly close to death that they had come and of any possible organ damage that they could have sustained because of her shelter's totally unforgivable negligence.

"The cats were healthy. We didn't transport them until they were healthy," she fired back to Global News. "In any case, when you're transporting animals you don't deliver all of the facts like that. We saw that as an internal issue."

C'est-à-dire, Caza and the EHS are committed to not only inflicting hideous amounts of untold abuse and punishment upon innocent cats through their wholesale neglect of them but also to fobbing off their malfeasance onto other charities and unsuspecting adopters. If she and the EHS were operating on the level, the very least that they would have done was to have informed the CHS of what the cats had been put through as well as to have volunteered to foot their veterinary bills for the remainder of their lives.

The EHS' dishonesty also indirectly throws open a proverbial Pandora's box concerning the legitimacy and honesty of all rescue groups and, in particular, the health of the cats that they sell back to the public. For some individuals that is a moot point owing to their willingness to adopt, love, and care for even sickly and dying cats. Even so, the emotional toll that such cats take on them can be overwhelming.

Other individuals are neither willing nor financially able to assume such a burden. Regardless of how the cats' new owners may feel, the EHS is still guilty of patent dishonesty and deceptive business practices.

It additionally is guilty of attempting to cover-up this incident from the public and, even more disturbingly, it came awfully close to having gotten away with doing so. In particular, news of what had occurred did not leak out until late May when an unidentified source ratted it out to Global News.

Even then that shocking disclosure did not come until a full two months after the cats had been abandoned. That in turn casts considerable doubt on speculation that the tipster could have been one of the EHS' two-thousand volunteers; rather, it seems in hindsight more likely that either one of them or a staffer blabbed to a third party outside the organization who then notified Global News.

The mere fact that it took so long for this incident to see the light of day is itself a staggering indictment of the perfidy of the shelter's one-hundred-twenty-five paid employees. Furthermore, anyone who cared even the tiniest little bit about the welfare of the cats never would have turned a blind eye to their suffering and hideous neglect.

Even though it had been foiled in its attempt to sweep this incident underneath the rug, the EHS quickly demonstrated its adroitness under fire by morphing rather seamlessly into damage control mode. "A series of unintentional events occurred that resulted in an internal review and a subsequent update to our transfer policies and procedures...," the charity told Global News. "Additional checks and balances have been put into place to make sure a situation such as this does not occur again and to minimize the risk of human error. Heightened requirements have already been implemented."

As far as the EHS was concerned, the matter was now not only closed but destined to remain a private one as well. It accordingly defiantly declared to The Canadian Press of Toronto on June 5th that it was not going "to release any additional details due to "the sensitive nature of this incident and to respect the privacy of the employees involved and impacted." (See "Cats Survive in Vehicle for Twenty-Two (sic) Days after Edmonton Humane Society Forgets Them.")

Just how determined the head honchos were to save their own miserable hides at the expense of both their innocent victims as well as the truth was soon made only too clear by Caza. "This is by far the worst nightmare for any of our team members -- from the people that were driving to the people that receive them -- all of the staff members involved were deeply affected," she unashamedly vowed to Global News in the June 4th article cited supra. "They have been receiving ongoing care to ensure that their mental health is addressed."

As simply outrageous as that is, crying a proverbial river for animal abusers and killers while simultaneously being unwilling to shed so much as a solitary teardrop for their innocent victims is every bit as quintessentially Canadian as brutally bludgeoning to death up to half a million baby seals each spring off the coasts of Newfoundland and Labrador. For example, at the close of the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, Robert Fawcett of Howling Dog Tours of Whistler was left with one-hundred Siberian Huskies that he no longer needed.

Being way too cheap to feed and shelter them, he shot some of them and slit the throats of the remainder before burying their corpses in a mass grave. He would have gotten away scot-free with his atrocities and the world never would have been any the wiser if he had not gotten even still greedier and applied for a disability pension on the grounds that killing the dogs had left him with a posttraumatic stress disorder.

Numbskull  bureaucrat Allan Wotherspoon of Work Safe BC bought into his outrageous baloney and granted him a pension on January 25, 2011. The media shortly thereafter got wind of what he had been up to and a few minor charges eventually were laid against him. Even when he finally was forced to face the music on November 22, 2012, Judge Steven Merrick of the North Vancouver Provincial Court let him off with a minuscule fine of C$1,725. (See Macleans Magazine, October 27, 2011, "Whistler's Sled Dog Massacre" and The Globe and Mail of Toronto, November 22, 2012, "Fawcett Spared Jail Time in Sentencing Related to Sled Dog Killings.")

Then there is the Canadian populace's near unanimous embracement of big-game hunter and all-around louse Steve Ecklund to contemplate. He hosts a show called "The Edge" for Wild TV of Edmonton and among his outrageous antics he claims that killing a Dall's Sheep in Alaska helped him to defeat cancer.

Last December, he shot, killed, and then devoured a beautiful cougar that he had run to the ground with bloodhounds somewhere in the vicinity of the towns of Rocky Mountain House and Drayton Valley in southern Alberta. Afterwards he went on social media in order to brag, gloat, and preen about his reprehensible crime and that, too, was applauded by the Canadian government, media, and the country's degree mills. (See Cat Defender post of January 21, 2018 entitled "Steve Ecklund's Savage Killing of a Cougar and Vainglorious Gloating, Strutting, and Preening Are Resoundingly Applauded by Canada's Ever Obliging Media and Complicitous Universities.")

Caza's promises and blustering were more than sufficient, however, in order to ward off any intervention on the part of the Edmonton Police. Although to be honest about the matter, she could have spared her gums the beating that she gave them because the force is far too derelict and lazy to have done anything anyway.

Even Terra Johnston of the Alberta SPCA quickly came down with a sudden case of lockjaw. "I can confirm we are aware of the animal welfare concerns identified at the Edmonton Humane Society; we are mindful of EHS' response to those allegations," was all that she was willing to admit to Global News on June 5th. (See "Legal Expert Questions Edmonton Humane Society Investigating Itself in Case of Forgotten Cats.") "Unfortunately, we cannot comment on active or ongoing investigations. At this time there will be no further comment."

The Purported Veterinary Reports on Lucky, Magic, and Chance

True to her word, she has not uttered so much as a solitary syllable on the matter since then but other individuals and groups have not been so easily silenced. "In 2018, we still largely leave the enforcement of animal cruelty laws to private charities and, in our view, this isn't good enough anymore," Camille Labchuk of Animal Justice in Toronto averred to The Canadian Press. "There should be state agents involved in investigating and prosecuting these offenses and there should be a pretty high degree of transparency and accountability."

Barbara Cartwright of Humane Canada in Ottawa, an umbrella group that represents the country's one-hundred-twenty-five humane societies and SPCA's, concurred with Labchuk on the absurdity of allowing the EHS to investigate itself. "This incident highlights a need for an independent review mechanism for organizations that both care for animals and also enforce the law, as more than forty per cent of humane societies and SPCA's in Canada are responsible for enforcing both the federal and provincial animal protection laws," she wrote in a June 7th press release. (See "Humane Canada Statement on Recent Incident at Edmonton Humane Society.")

She vociferously disagreed with Labchuk, however, as to who should conduct such outside inquiries. "If animal cruelty enforcement were to be taken away by the policing sector or any other public institutions, we would lose that singular focus on animals and their welfare," she continued. "Animals deserve more than that."

She glaringly neglects to mention who should select the private concerns that she envisions as looking over the shoulders of her humane societies and SPCA's. Given that she is on sabbatical until January, perhaps doing so would have taken up too much of her leisure.

Also, since when did sitting around twiddling one's thumbs all day become such an arduous job that it merits such a lengthy vacation? Instead of constantly kvetching to the media about her members being underfunded, she would be better off taking into consideration all the feline and canine lives that she alone could save if only she were willing to stop so shamefully ripping off Humane Canada by pocketing such huge paychecks for not even working. (See the Huffington Post, November 10, 2016, "The Hard Facts About Canada's Humane Societies and SPCA's.")

No cause célèbre that ever occurs in Canada is seemingly complete without the country's capitalist media turning to some luminary from its numerous degree mills in order to help point out the way down the old sawdust trail for both the uneducated as well as the imbecilic and on this occasion they buttonholed Peter Sankoff of the University of Alberta in Edmonton. "You have a body investigating itself and then deciding whether it's appropriate to do anything about it," he superfluously observed to Global News in the June 5th article cited supra. "That concerns me a great deal."

After repeatedly making that point ad nauseam but without offering any viable alternative, he went off the deep end by pledging his unwavering support for the EHS. "It seems to me fairly clear, based on the evidence as presented by the Edmonton Humane Society, that the animals were in a state of distress," he continued to Global News. "I'm willing to accept that it was accidental, no one acted maliciously, but the statute doesn't require that. It doesn't require any malicious or willful cruelty. The Alberta Animal Protection Act requires animals be kept out of distress."

First of all, given that he was not present when the cats were so thoughtlessly abandoned, he is hardly in any position to make a determination that what was done to them was accidental. Secondly, as a law professor he should be well aware that all halfway legitimate legal systems base their holdings on the available evidence, not beliefs.

The only thing that Sankoff accomplished with his long-winded spiel was to cement his position within Alberta's legal and political establishment as a team player whose support and loyalty can be relied upon through thick and thin. Other than that he added absolutely nothing worthwhile to either the intellectual debate or, more importantly still, the uphill struggle to upgrade the treatment of cats throughout the province.

Although some advocates for the cats had hoped that a groundswell of support for them would materialize that, regrettably, never happened. Even without it, however, the EHS was prompted to reverse course on June 7th and to publicly state that it was at least willing to consider the possibility of an outside inquiry. It was several weeks later, however, before the particulars of what it had in mind were made public.

"We have voluntarily asked a third party to investigate the cat transfer incident that took place earlier this spring, to independently probe what happened and make recommendations to improve animal safety and staff practices and policies," the EHS announced June 29th on its Facebook page.

That also marked the first time, as best it could be determined, that its chief executive officer, Miranda Jordan "Smitty" Smith, was able to muster enough moxie to even publicly address the matter. "Our non-profit organization is extremely remorseful about this incident," she declared June 29th in an EHS press release. (See "Third Party Investigation Launched after Cat Transport Incident.") "We've been providing compassionate and high-quality animal welfare services in our community for more than one-hundred years and while incidents like this are rare, we need to learn from mistakes."

The first thing that those who do the hiring at the EHS need to get through their thick craniums is not to employ neophytes like Smitty. For instance, she claims to have a B.A. degree from the University of Alberta and an MBA from the University of Liverpool to go along with a diploma of unspecified nature in public relations from MacEwan University in Edmonton and a post-graduate certificate in non-profit management from Harvard.

She additionally serves on the board of directors for Humane Canada as well as vice chairwoman of Women for a Humane Canada. She also claims to foster animals for the EHS and to have a pair of daughters who do volunteer work there but other than that it has not proven possible to find any mention online of her as either ever having operated a shelter before or as previously having had any first-hand experience in the animal welfare field. Even more startling, this appears to be the first time that she actually has held a job of any kind.

It accordingly would not be the least bit surprising if she spends her days locked away in her palatial office counting her money, gossiping on the blower with her cronies, doing her nails, photocopying her crack, and engaging in any number of a thousand other base pursuits that sods like her resort to in order to fritter away their already worthless lives. In addition to being pretty far gone to begin with, it is a foregone conclusion that anyone as degreed and certificated as she is not about to turn so much as a hand at any kind of worthwhile toil; on the contrary, it is the world that owes her an easy and comfortable living and not vice-versa.

Moreover, the EHS' staffing difficulties are endemic to all shelters and Animal Control agencies in that the administrative positions invariably go to greedy and violent cops on the prowl for another paycheck, retired political hacks, and other hangers-on and assorted riffraff. At the other end of the totem pole, the donkey work is usually performed by an assortment of miscreants who are unable to land jobs anywhere else, save perhaps at old folks' homes, the Salvation Army, dollar stores, and Mickey D's.

The third party that the EHS dredged up in order to investigate itself turned out to be none other than Kim Krushell who served for nine years on the Edmonton City Council before stepping down in 2013 in order to found E.P Rees, which develops software packages for banks and law firms. C'est-à-dire, Smitty and her fellow old hacks at the EHS have chosen another old hack from Edmonton's political and business establishment to investigate themselves.

Any glimmer of hope that Krushell had any intention whatsoever of acting as an honest broker was quickly dashed when she entered the fray by telling whoppers. "This is an extra step that they did not have to take that demonstrates that they want to get to the bottom of everything that happened," she blew it out both ends to the CBC on June 29th. (See "Investigation Launched after Edmonton Humane Society Forgets Cats in Vehicle for Twenty-Two (sic) Days.")

Au contraire, the public had lost confidence in the charity and it had to do something not only in order to silence its critics but to restore its credibility as well. Money also sans doute factored heavily into that equation considering that the EHS receives a full forty per cent of its annual C$7 million operating budget from private donations and its mistreatment of the cats had placed that largess in jeopardy.

Kim Krushell
It additionally is utter nonsense for Krushell to assert that the EHS wanted to get at the truth. On the contrary, the shelter knows only too well what happened. The only remaining tasks are to name names, assign blame, and to mete out punishment.

It also was made crystal clear that the proceedings were not being handled on the up-and-up when Krushell was forced into taking the extraordinary step of attempting to justify her own appointment. "They needed somebody...who had the skill set to be able to do an independent investigation and ensure that it's a fair and public process," she continued to the CBC. "And I have done that in the past. I mean, I've dealt with some pretty controversial issues when I was on council."

According to her profile on Know It, Live It, she previously has cleaned houses, tended bar, and worked in a pulp mill in addition to being a politician and a software developer. Nothing contained online, however, even so much as remotely hints at her, like her buddy Smitty, as having any prior experience in the field of animal welfare.

The EHS nevertheless might be able to utilize her experience as a charwoman in order to put her to work mucking out the cages. It might even be able to get a little light housekeeping out of her provided that it kept after her with a horsewhip but that is about all.

To top off the entire charade, Krushell will not even be conducting the investigation; rather, that task has been assigned to an unnamed private firm hired by, believe it or not, none other than the EHS! "The investigators will not be reporting to the humane society, they'll be reporting to me," she added to the CBC. "That ensures that the process is fair and open."

What a hoot! With the EHS having selected both Krushell and the investigators there is little chance that the probe is going to be either fair or open. On the contrary, it is going to be conducted behind closed doors and in secrecy and at the end of which the investigators, Krushell, and the EHS are going to sit down and concoct an elaborate whitewash designed to ensure that Caza, Smitty, and their underlings hold on to both their jobs and paychecks.

Like bank auditors, the investigators certainly are aware of where their moola is coming from and, more importantly, exactly what type of conclusions that they are expected to arrive at, especially if they want to both receive their pay and any future work. It is not known if Krushell is being compensated monetarily for providing her nonexistent expertise.

Even if none of those involved were being paid, that would not necessarily alter the conclusions that they arrive at and that is attributable to the fact that all elites stick together like mud to the heel. It therefore is not hard to understand that for such an inquiry to have any legitimacy it must be conducted by someone or group outside the Edmonton political establishment and who is both experienced in and dedicated to animal welfare.

Despite the utterly absurd ruse that the EHS is attempting to pull off, loudmouths Labchuk and Sankoff have remained every bit as quiet as church mice as the latest chapter in this pantomime has unfolded. Given that Cartwright has not seen fit to once again interrupt her long vacation in order to dash off another tersely worded press release, that is perhaps an indication that this is the type of private inquiry into her humane societies that she fully supports.

She and her comrades-in-arms, Smitty and Krushell, are much like the curios found in antiques shops. They are not worth much of anything, nobody really knows exactly what they are, and no one in his right mind would want to buy them. Yet there they remain year after year, in the way, taking up space, and collecting dust.

Other than the horrific suffering and inhumane deprivations inflicted upon Lucky, Magic, and Chance, the EHS' second greatest crime has been its assault upon the truth. To state the matter succinctly, its version of events simply does not make sense.

First of all, the cats likely were being transported in three separate cages and that is too large of a cargo for anyone to easily overlook. Secondly, since Caza refers to "the people" who were driving the vehicle that strongly implies that there were at least two of them and that in turn makes it still even less likely that the cats could have been accidentally forgotten.

Thirdly, Caza once again refers to "the people" responsible for checking them in upon their arrival at the EHS and it does not seem possible that they could have failed to have noticed that three cats were missing. Even if that indeed had been the case, so much as a cursory review of the paperwork that accompanied that particular consignment of animals would have alerted them to that disturbing fact.

Fourthly, it is difficult to believe that the vehicle in which the cats arrived sat idly in EHS' parking lot for twenty-three days without anyone so much as going anywhere near it. That is especially the case given that it usually is a good idea to occasionally turn over the motors of parked vehicles during prolonged periods of bitterly cold weather.

Besides, if anyone from EHS had gone anywhere near it they more than likely would have overheard the cats crying for help and thrashing around in their would-be tombs. Fifthly, given that pet carriers are always in such short supply at shelters, it is a bit baffling that no one at EHS even noticed that three of them were inexplicably missing.

Sixthly, the deafening silence on the part of the GPRACF needs to be explained. If it were doing its job, it would be up in arms about the EHS' malfeasance and yet the world so far has not heard so much as a peep out of it.

The most logical conclusion to be drawn from its reticence is that it is so glad to be rid of the cats that it does not give so much as a rat's ass about the miseries that since have befallen them. After all, such thoroughly reprehensible conduct is fairly common.

For example, PETA operates a fleet of vans that burn up the back roads of southern Virginia and northern North Carolina collecting cats and dogs from various shelters. Their drivers inform the operators of those facilities that they intend to find homes for their unwanted charges and sometimes even mail back photographs of them frolicking in the gardens of their supposedly new homes.

In reality, however, the snaps are staged and the animals, invariably, are long dead. Instead PETA kills them inside its death vans and later dumps their corpses in Dumpsters. (See Cat Defender posts of January 29, 2007 and February 9, 2007 entitled, respectively, "PETA's Long History of Killing Cats and Dogs Is Finally Exposed in a North Carolina Courtroom" and "Verdict in PETA Trial: Littering Is a Crime but Not the Mass Slaughter of Innocent Cats and Dogs.")

Miranda Jordan Smith

Yet even after PETA's despicable crimes received a public airing in court, none of the shelters that cooperated with it were willing to either publicly denounce it or, as far as it is known, to stop doing business with it. That in turn makes it highly likely that both they and PETA are still working their diabolical machinations without anyone being any the wiser or, for that matter, even caring one way or the other.

Michelle Elfstedt wants to change all of that by enshrining in law protections for animals that are bandied about in transit. "The British Columbia Animal Protection Act actually has a section in there (on) how...the humane societies and rescues have to deal with the transport of animals," she told the CBC on June 16th. (See "Group Calls for Change after Rescue Cats Left in Vehicle for Twenty-Two (sic) Days.") "There's nothing like that in the Alberta Protection Act and we feel there should be to hold some sort of standard to the EHS, because the EHS is actually not accountable to anyone."

In furtherance of that worthy objective, she has started a petition at change.org where she alleges that the crimes of the EHS date back years. In particular, she claims that the shelter has been so flagrantly neglecting cats, dogs, and fish for the past five years that it has caused the deaths of an unspecified number of them.

Her most telling revelation, however, is that the EHS left a cat in an unattended trap for so long last year that by the time its presence finally was either remembered or accidentally stumbled upon it had been reduced to a skeleton. Even more shockingly, the trap had been set and abandoned on the grounds of the shelter.

As of August 3rd her petition, which also calls for punitive action against shelter management and staffers alike, had collected four-thousand-seventy signatures. (See "Edmonton Humane Society -- Suspend the Chief Executive Officer and 'Cat Transport Incident' Staff Without Pay.")

The only known case on record even grislier than that one came to light on November 27, 2009 when the Ontario SPCA raided the facilities of the Toronto Humane Society (THS) and found the mummified remains of a cat in a crawl space between floors. Staffers had lured it into a baited trap and then knowingly left it to die a slow and agonizing death. (See the Toronto Star, November 28, 2009, "Humane Society: 'It Seems Like a House of Horrors'.")

As utterly reprehensible as the behavior of both the EHS and the THS has been, they by no means hold a monopoly on starving cats to death. For instance, the Valley Oak SPCA of Visalia, California, killed an unidentified gray cat in July of 2010 by callously abandoning it in one of its traps under sweltering conditions. (See Cat Defender post of August 23, 2010 entitled "The Valley Oak SPCA Kills a Cat by Allowing It to Languish in the Heat in an Unattended Trap for Five Days at the Tulare County Courthouse.")

It is somewhat difficult to believe that the EHS could be so cruel and ruthless but based upon the available evidence it is impossible to arrive at any other conclusion than that its abandonment of Lucky, Magic, and Chance was intentional. While it is certainly conceivable that if the drivers had arrived back at the shelter late and in the cold and darkness that they, being in a hellfire hurry in order to get home, could have temporarily forgotten about them while they were unloading their vehicle, but certainly not for twenty-three days.

Sooner or later they would have either remembered them or needed the vehicle and their cages. Likewise, those that were tasked with checking them in no doubt had their paperwork in hand and therefore could not possibly have overlooked their absence.

It additionally is a little bit more than curious that incidents of this sort never seen to involve dogs; au contraire, the victimized parties are invariably always cats. The conclusion therefore to be drawn from this and the 2017 incident is that starving cats to death in traps is an integral part of the EHS' management plan.

From its viewpoint, the advantages of such a diabolical strategy are far too numerous to pass up. First of all, since such fatalities are not included in its kill-rate, nobody is any the wiser as to what it is doing.

Secondly, such a policy frees up valuable cage space for more adoptable cats that the EHS is able to sell back to the public for between C$65 and C$270 per animal; dogs are an even more lucrative investment for it in that they sell for between C$110 and C$485. Thirdly, the shelter is able to save a small fortune on food, veterinary care, and adoption services by simply starving cats to death.

Even if the public is so naïve as to believe the EHS' cockeyed story that does not change a blessed thing. Management of the charity has proven itself to still be guilty of gross and inexcusable incompetence.

If Smitty and Caza had an ounce of either decency or professional responsibility in their malignant bones they would have fired the drivers and the intake personnel as soon as they learned of what had happened. Secondly, they would have been forthright with the CHS.

Thirdly, they would have made a clean chin of themselves with the public instead of attempting to cover up this tragedy. Fourthly, they would have tendered their resignations and apologized profusely for their disgraceful behavior.

Since none of that has happened, the onus falls squarely upon the shoulders of cat-lovers in Edmonton to hold them accountable. It is not about to happen in a million years, especially in a city as hopelessly corrupt as Edmonton, but everyone involved in this incident not only should lose their jobs but be arrested and charged with animal abandonment and cruelty.

Under absolutely no circumstances should anyone be shedding any tears for any of this crowd. First of all, they have been lining their pockets for years at the expense of the animals under their care and sans doute have accumulated some impressive sums.

Should their available plunder be insufficient for their needs, they can always follow Fawcett's example and claim that mistreating these helpless cats in such a hideous fashion has wreaked havoc with their delicate psychological health and that they accordingly are richly deserving of disability pensions. They might even be able to put their considerable experience to work for either the THS or the Valley Oak SPCA; such outfits are always looking for good (or is it bad?) help.

"Old soldiers never die; they just fade away," United States Army General Douglas MacArthur once observed but employees of shelters and Animal Control never do either. Rather they just move on from one of these wretched institutions to another all the while laughing all the way to the bank. As it is sometimes said on the street, "it is hard to kill a bad thing."

Most important of all, it is paramount that Lucky, Magic, and Chance be located and presented to the public. The services of an independent veterinarian then must be procured in order to properly evaluate their health.

Michelle Elfstedt Protesting Outside the Shelter on June 16th

All intake, transfer, and veterinary paperwork and photographs amassed by the EHS, CHS, and the GPRACF must be subpoenaed and carefully evaluated by outside veterinarians and other qualified individuals in an attempt to establish once and for all time that the cats did indeed survive their grueling ordeal and that the EHS is not lying. If the GPRACF had implanted microchips in them, that might very well settle the matter and preclude the possibility that the EHS is attempting to fob off ringers on the public. It is almost superfluous to point out but the cooperation of the cats' new owners is going to be crucial to the successful resolution of this mystery.

Given that they luckily had shelter and therefore were largely protected from the elements, procuring some kind of sustenance would have been their most pressing challenge. In that light it is doubtful that there were very many bugs out in the cold and it would have been difficult, but not impossible, for mice to have gained entrée into their would-be death chamber.

Provided that they were in reasonably good health to begin with, had been eating reasonably well, and therefore had built up reserves of fat, they just might have pulled through by the skin of their teeth. A lack of water could very well have doomed them, however.

It is conceivable that they were able to have survived on the condensation and ice that formed on the walls and bars of their cages. Otherwise they may have been reduced to drinking their own urine. Any way that their dire predicament is analyzed, it still would have been a miracle if they had survived.

Working in their favor is the fact that members of their species have a long and glorious history of making it through tight spots. For instance, during the summer of 2010 a six-month-old tortoiseshell named Mandarin somehow survived a thirty to forty-five day voyage from China to Calgary trapped inside a shipping crate.

"There may have been mice or things running around the enclosure," Desiree Arsenault of the CHS speculated at that time. "I can only guess." (See Cat Defender post of September 8, 2010 entitled "Mandarin Survives a Long and Harrowing Sea Voyage from China to Canada Only to Wind Up in Hock to the Calgary Humane Society.")

Cats are all alone in this world. They also are unable to speak up for themselves and they do not have families and friends in order to look after them.

As if all of that were not daunting enough, their enemies are multitudinous. Most dangerous of all are shelter personnel and Animal Control officers who are skillful, albeit unscrupulous, trappers.

On top of all of that, they are diminutive and their corpses are easily disposed of and disintegrate rapidly in warm weather. Their lot in life is accordingly even more precarious than that of the homeless whose plight John D. MacDonald summed up as follows in his 1982 novel, Cinnamon Skin:

"Transients flow back and forth across the country, and up and down the coasts. They are of little moment. They become the unidentified bones in abandoned orchards."

Looking ahead, there is little reason for optimism. More detailed and elaborate recordkeeping might be helpful but since it is dishonest and lying humans who are responsible for making the entries in the charts and logs that is problematic. For example, records maintained by the THS claimed that the mummified cat found on its premises had been adopted out, returned to the shelter, and then killed by staffers a year earlier in 2008.

Besides falsifying records, staffers also knew of the cat's plight and yet did absolutely nothing to relieve  it; instead, they allowed it to die a simply horrific death. The only positive thing that they did was to tip off investigators upon their arrival and even that long overdue act raises serious ethical questions of its own.

"But if someone knew a cat had been inadvertently trapped for months above the ceiling at the shelter, why did he wait until the Ontario SPCA raid to mention it?" Thomas Walkom, a columnist for the Toronto Star, pointed out to www.Animals24-7.com on April 25, 2010. (See "Toronto Humane Society Raided, Executives Arrested, by Ontario SPCA.")

Veterinary offices nowadays not only microchip cats but some of them also photograph and even video record them and that might be something worthwhile requiring of shelters and Animal Control officers. It also might be worth compelling those who work at such facilities to wear body cameras. As is the case with paperwork, however, photos and videos can be doctored and destroyed.

In the final analysis, it does not appear that it is going to be possible to reform shelters and Animal Control facilities in any significant fashion that is going to make much of a difference to cats. Attempting to convince politicians to, for once in their miserable lives, do the right thing by cats is likewise a total waste of time.

It is, after all, they who have created, maintain, and profit from the shelter system and its various components and they can hardly be expected to reform it. "Those who have been once intoxicated with power, and have derived any kind of emolument from it, even though but for one year, never can willingly abandon it," eighteenth century Anglo-Irish politician Edmund Burke pointed out in a 1791 epistle. "They may be distressed in the midst of all their power, but they will never look to anything but power for their relief."

In so far as there is any ray of hope for cats, it is to be found in keeping them out of public shelters as well as the clutches of Animal Control officers and cops. (See The Philadelphia Inquirer, March 11, 2011, "Shelter Shock. Cats Can Get Sick from Stress. One Proposed Remedy? Keep Them Out.")

Instead, all resources should be redirected toward TNR, private sanctuaries, foster families, and adoption services. It also is imperative that owners for once start acting responsibly instead of abandoning, dumping, and electing to have their cats killed off by shelters and veterinarians. Most importantly of all, their right to exist needs to be enshrined in law and along with that an across the board ban on trapping, shooting, and other forms of abuse.

Krushell's whitewash is expected to be completed and made public later in the summer but that is of little consequence. The well-being of Lucky, Magic, and Chance along with all the other cats that fall into the hands of the EHS is, however, something well worth raising hell about and fighting for until the former are located and presented to the public for inspection and every one of the latter walks, as opposed to being carried in a black trash bag, out the front door and in perfect health.

Photos: the Edmonton Journal (the shelter), Global News (one of the EHS' vehicles and veterinary reports), Edmonton Humane Society (Smith), Know It, Live It (Krushell), and the CBC (Elfstedt).