This is a must-read and must-see.  It is the story of an abandoned house in New Hampshire, a home left by its human owners without regard for the one dog and nine cats they abandoned there, ten animals imprisoned behind locked doors with no hope for escape.  It took the death of one cat whose body was visible through a window before anyone knew what was happening.

“One full-grown cat weighed 2.8 pounds…”

12:30 A.M. the van pulled up. Nine cats, one dog. Ten emaciated, flea-bitten, dehydrated, exhausted and wretched animals. One cat lay still. His body packed in a plastic bag, starved to death, flea bitten with swollen, no longer achingly painful ears. He would never know the comfort of anxious, caring help, of freedom from pain, a full belly, and the gentle touch of loving hands. It was his unmoving position on a windowsill that finally alerted neighbors that something was wrong, very wrong, in the abandoned apartment. But their call came too late for him.

For weeks he had managed to survive in that hell hearing the sounds of normal life outside the windows, seeing rain that would ease his thirst fall out of his reach, crying for someone to open the door and set him free, only to die while others were rescued. What story would he tell us if he could, of their abandonment and imprisonment, neglect, abuse and slow starvation? What story would he tell of his treatment by the human race?

After you read the entire article, take a look at the survivors.

My expressions on this matter find their way to the keyboard through tear-filled eyes and the bubbling anger within.  I can not begin to fathom the senselessly cruel and inhumane mentality behind such an atrocity.  And you wonder why I dislike people as much as I do.