I am not exactly sure where the fascination for this story comes from, but it’s driving me fucking bonkers. The first email I got about it, I thought, “Hey, that’s kinda weird.” Then I saw it on a blog, and then another one. And then another and another. And then all of them. What the fuck people? Are we seriously so simple-minded that we’re going to devote all this energy to a cat that, in all likelihood, is just trying to stake out its next meal?
This is how crazy religions like Scientology and Catholicism start!
In other news, I’m outta here on vacation until August 6 or 7. In the meantime you should find a nice corner to curl up in and weep while you await my return.
Don’t dogs do something similar, lie down on their parent’s chest if the parent is going to have something bad happen (like a heart attack or stroke)?
Animals are much more in tune with life than we allow ourselves to be. I know we’re animals, but we spend our entire lives trying not to be.
hey, man, mine doesn’t count: I just liked the picture.
Also, some dogs can smell lung cancer on sick people’s breath. So there.
I’ve just negotied the rental of an abandoned church. Here is where we will give praise to Oscar the Cat. We will call ourselves Oscarians.
well, I for one think it’s cool. You’re too young to be this jaded :-)
Maybe the cats the reason they’re dying? He’s got some kind of plague, or he’s really an incarnation of Death himself… Like it says in the article, he doesn’t even like people!
Enjoy your holiday :)
He’s just jealous that his lazy stupid cats don’t do that.
Um, that kind of grosses me out. Now I’m going to dream about my cat sitting beside my bed holding a knife and fork with a napkin tied around his neck and licking his lips. Blech.
Most animals know when things/people are dying. It’s part of being an animal.
PS - How much would it suck to be in that nursing home with this cat of death lurking around? It would come into my room and I’d be like “ahh! cat! go away! I’m not ready to die yet!!”
You’d better believe, if I saw that cat come around my nursing home room, I’d bolt right out of bed and get that critter a can of Fancy Feast. Make that two!
Not only was it on several blogs I read yesterday - it showed up on our 11 o’clock news. Now, our local news all suck. But this was a new low. Maybe.
Why is this a new low? I find it kind of a curiosity.
I’ll have to chnage one of my mottos now. “The only good cat is a Death Cat”.
Damn!
s /chnage/change/
I love the editing features on this blog!
By blogging about devoting energy to the death cat you devoted energy to the death cat. Oh snap!
i think oscar is simultaneously terrifying and awesome.
Aren’t people with compromised immune systems already vulerable to the allergeries cats can otherwise naturally exacerbate?
Fu*k this is good beer.
can you imagine getting that call?
“Hi, the doctor couldn’t give you good information or any real timeline, but we have a death-detector cat that just chose your mom’s head for a nap so come on down!”.
Then I saw it on a blog, and then another one. And then another and another. And then all of them.
Hey, my blog is completely Death Cat free (since 1993… sorry, I couldn’t resist).
So–you’re sick of seeing this story on ever blog, but then you put it on YOUR blog? So now you’re adding to the craze? For shame.
I like Stick’s comment. I cracked a smile.
Meow.
I can has ur life?
All hail cat god nemukowan, agent of death.
Supposedly they can train dogs to be able to tell when you’re going to have an epileptic seizure.
I’m-a go kill this cat. Who’s with me! THEN NO ONE WILL DIE ANYMORE!
That’s awesome. Long live the Fuzzy Grim Reaper!–hey, he’s more comforting than the dude in the black robes with that sharp, curved blade thingy.
It was in TIME. Read it yesterday… :/