How to recognize him: He’s a fuzzy little white and gray bastard who lives in the Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Centre in Providence, Rhode Island. Originally brought to the home as a therapy cat, he has accurately predicted 50 deaths by sleeping with the patient who is “the next to go.”
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Frequently heard saying: “Meow!” “Purr!” “I hope they don’t wheel you out of here before I get a chance to eat your face.”
Why he bugs: What could possibly be creepier than a cat who has a history of hanging out with people who are about to die? They should have named him Horse Head. One day, you’re sitting around the retirement home, watching Columbo reruns. Next thing you know, Oscar the Creep passes out on your face after you doze off and he smothers you.
Oh. That’s not what he does? Well, anyway, he must smell death on you or something. It’s still creepy. Maybe the nurses are scrimping on the sponge baths.
A new book about this cat suggests that he is helping the patients make the transition between life and death like a little angel. But seriously, if you woke up in the middle of the night and that thing was in your bed, don’t tell me it wouldn’t freak you out.
His retort: “Hiss!”
My response: “Why don’t you go sleep in Ralph Nader’s bed?”
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