According to animal control: "The urine-spotted carpet was dotted with piles of feces, which also stained furniture, cabinets and a bed..." "smell urine while standing 50 feet from the house". 1/3 of these cats died or were euthanized they were in such poor health.

The individuals that did this claimed they did no wrong, and indeed they received no punishment to speak of, just a slap on the wrist.

Only about 10 weeks old, Indiana Jones, or Jesse as he was known then, was one of these cats, when the Humane Society got him, he was not expected to live. Listless, he would not play and would not eat. Compasionate Humane Society volunteers carried him around and hand fed him. He was covered (see pic above) with scabs and ring worm. Our Humane Society contacted one of the local no-kill cat shelters and they argreed to take many of the cats who could not immediately be adopted and the sick cats, including the surviving FeLV cats. This is when I became involved with the Cat House.

A local business man gratiously gave us reasonable rent on a small building to house the cats (and others to follow), locals donated an amazing amount of money, food, blankets, towels, cat furnature, cat toys and other needed supplies. A wonderful local vet who is on the board of The Cat House donated medicines, vaccines, tests and countless hours. And volunteers prepared the new facility in one frantic weekend. And on one Saturday, 26 cats found themselves in a new safe home.

Indiana was too ill to join us those first few weeks. But when I met him he was scampering gleefully sidways down the hall of the new Cat house facility. I'd love to say he was a ball of fluff, but he was still covered in ring-worm and had little fur left.

He stole my heart and I took him home the next day.