Oscar, Angel of Death?
Instead of talking about how my job interview went, Imma side track a little for a while.
Today, I'll talk about a CAT - Oscar.
This cute furry little kitteh~ ^^
Oscar lives in a hospital. No, not an animal hospital, he's not sick. The Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center, in the US, to be exact. In fact, he works there.... well, kind of, you'll find out why in a jiffy.
Have you ever watched a little too much of those Japanese Anime....? or some sad Christmas tales about a guardian Angel that comes to greet the dying or watch over them over the last few hours of their lives.... whispering words like... "I'll be by your side"... as the poor weak and terminally sick boy drops his last tear, and his spirit floats off together with the Angel that later transforms into a bird~?
Well, stories are stories, I thought. And Hollywood and Japanese Animes do their best to make sure that everything you see in movies.... only happen in movies.....
Fortunately. Oscar is real. "Purr~ Your time is up~"
For all the people out there who believe in Angels of Death.... Oscar is a real furry one to begin with. This fellow was actually a kitten from an animal shelter in 2005, who grew up in the 3rd floor of the hospital to its 'End-stage' Dementia unit - That's something like an old... old folks home for those of you who can't be bothered knowing what dementia is.
Oscar had a job there. A very serious one. He's the one and only. Grim Reaper.
He may look cute. But he's the very essence of death, not a watchdog
For all the furry cuteness he has, nurses said that he was a 'reserved and anti-social' cat. Yet, he was an "ordinary cat with an extraordinary ability". The ability to know you were about to die.
To put it simply. If this cat sleeps with you, you're gonna die.
Oscar constantly roams the 3rd floor, visiting patients from time to time, taking a look at them, as if saying "Nope, not your time yet".... until he finds 'The One'. He would then jump onto the bed of the patient, and stretch himself, making himself comfortable, then lay down on the patient and have a nap, as if accompanying a dying person for their last moments in life. If anyone took Oscar out of the room and locked him out, he'd claw and scratch at the door, 'meow-ing' away until someone let him in.
One to two hours later, the patient would be on their way to Heaven or Hell, whichever pact they chose from Oscar the Angel of Death =) and Oscar would stand up.... and make his way out of the room, onto another patient, or just laze around in the hallway.
As he sits and savours the moments of death
Up till today, Oscar has had more than 50 death-streaks, pwning any of the top DoTA or COD players in kill-streaks.
Before anyone realized how accurate Oscar was.... there was a time when one of the nurses thought one of the patients had to go, so she brought Oscar into the room, just to have him 'meow' at them and make his way into another patient's room. Without further argument, the patient Oscar visited died within the next 2 hours. And the one whom the nurse thought his time was up?.... Lived for another 2 days before Oscar finally visited him. Even trained professionals can't outwit the Grim Reaper himself. LOL
Oscar is so bad-ass he has a whole article to himself,
not to mention featured in newspapers all over in year 2007, like this one
With death-prediction accuracy percentage of nearly 100%, it is now even Standard Protocol for the hospital staff to inform the patient's family that their loved one has been selected by their local Grim Reaper's agent, allowing them to say their goodbyes.
And for those who are less fortunate. Oscar will always be there for them.
It seems... sometimes movies and fairy tales actually do come true....
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