Kitty From Hell

I never write a post in the morning, they are usually written the day or days before hand....Until this morning. I was getting my morning news fix and saw this from AP:

Oscar the Cat Predicts Nursing Home Deaths

This fricken cat lives in a nursing home in Providence, RI and is their very own little grim reaper.

"After about six months, the staff noticed Oscar would make his own rounds, just like the doctors and nurses. He'd sniff and observe patients, then sit beside people who would wind up dying in a few hours."

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! ARE YOU FRICKIN KIDDING ME?!?! I would lock my arse in the bathroom every morning and hold my breath until the little hairy harbinger of death passed me by.

Based on this:
"Dosa said Oscar seems to take his work seriously and is generally aloof. "This is not a cat that's friendly to people," he said."
and this:
"one (family member) wanted Oscar out of the room while a family member died. When Oscar is put outside, he paces and meows his displeasure."
I think that it is safe to say that this cat is a minion of Satan-marking the helpless and sucking their very souls from their bodies as they die. "Not friendly to people" NO SHITE!

As you can probably tell this story has gotten to me. I started thinking about my own Grandmother who lives in a nursing home. We call her Flo and she is not what most people would consider grandmotherly...in fact she would be almost the exact opposite. I can actually picture her, "tippy toeing" her wheel chair (she sits forward in it and uses just the balls of her feet and toes to propel herself around) all over the nursing home with a pocket full of kitty treats. She would love that place, you cut in front of her at lunch-cat nip under your pillow.

Anyway..Oscar recently got a wall plaque commending his "commpassionate hospice care" for playing Death's version of "eeny meeny miny moe." For the love....