The news is not what we'd all hoped to hear.
Syd paid a visit to the shelter yesterday; she drops in every other day or so to play with the kitties she'd had to give up. I'll let her tell the story from here:
Kitty, I'm heartbroken...between my visit on Sunday afternoon and my arrival today (they were closed yesterday), the shelter killed three of my cats.
Jules was still on site but had the adopted stamp across his cage's ID card, so I took advantage of the fact that no one was in that section to enforce the "don't touch the cats" signs and gave him many skritches and wishes for a long and happy life, just in case he was gone when I visited next. Then I went to the section where the other five "adoptables" were (Bastet, Scooter, Shadow, Damon and Runyon), and found that both Scooter's and Runyon's cages were empty and devoid of ID cards. After I visited with the other three, I went to the admin desk to check on Runyon and Scooter. Scooter had been adopted on Sunday.
Runyon, who had, on each of my visits, seemed perfectly okay, apparently went ballistic when they took him out of his cage for a med check—got away from them, needed a net to catch him, etc.—and the vet recommended putting him down. And I would guess, did, right then. No second chance.
Patch and Blaze got put down for the crime of being scared out of their little minds and not calming down in what the shelter deemed a sufficient time. Even though, when I'd visited on Sunday, I'd asked about them and the gal at the desk hadn't said anything about there being a note on either cat's file that they were in danger of being euthanized as unadoptable. And because there were no such notes, and because I didn't think Runyon was in danger, it didn't occur to me to ask on my Sunday visit, "So if they wind up considered unadoptable, can I get them back?" And when I asked the gal at the front desk if that might have been possible, she said yes.
So three of my babies are dead because I forgot to ask one stupid question—or maybe because NOBODY at the shelter bothered to tell me that was an option. Like the fact that I was visiting nearly every day shouldn't have been a clue that I CARED about about what would happen to them. Not that I could have brought them back here, but maybe I could have convinced one of the rescue organizations to take them and foster them in hopes they'd calm down enough to show well.
I hate to ask you to post bout them again, but could you spread the word that Bastet, Shadow and Damon are still available, in hopes someone will adopt them before they make the mistake of acting scared in front of the wrong person.
Part of me's numb, part of me's sick, and all I want to do is cry.
You can click here to see Bastet, Shadow, and Damon. If you live in the Los Angeles/Pasadena area and can bring a furry friend into your life, I hope you'll think about one (or all) of these kitties.

