Okay the whole Toronto Humane Society thing is a horrid mess. It’s not funny in any way shape or form. I sort of thought something was up when we last went there – it certainly was over crowded but I just equated the cramped quarters to any “hospital” these days: overcrowded and hella busy.

The mummified cat found in the trap up in the ceiling panels made me sick to my stomach. I can’t imagine it’s last dying moments. I don’t want to.

However, according to the Globe and Mail, someone at the shelter had a sense of humour (emphasis mine):

The cat, known as Casper, was labelled “a ceiling cat” in his charts. The shelter’s database showed that the young, skittish feline had been adopted and then returned to the THS, and that his microchip was scanned nearly two months after the database was updated to say he’d been euthanized.