The Kitty Grim Reaper

Here’s a link about a feline grim reaper named Oscar who lives in a hospice. Apparently, he demonstrates the uncanny ability of knowing which patient is going to die within four hours and cuddles up next to them. According to the story, he’s not an affectionate cat, so when he gets cozy with you, he means business. So far he’s predicted 25 deaths.

Are you f***ing kidding me? I like cats and all, but this sounds like the hospice from hell. I thought the point of animals companionship was that they were proven stress reducers? Petting animals supposedly lowers your blood pressure, boosts immunity, yada yada yada. Yet what could be more ominous and nightmarish for these poor patients then knowing that Death Cat was patrolling the halls all night? I’d have a freaking coronary if I saw that furry little freak poke its head into my room in the middle of the night and God, forbid, jump on my bed to cuddle.  No wonder everybody dies after that cat pays them a little visit. Duh! I know this was an attempt at a feel-good, human interest story, but it devolved into something creepy, unsettling and ominously Stephen King-esque.