Scat. No, seriously.

This is Oscar. He lives in Rhode Island. If you ever see him, run like hell.

According to MSNBC, Oscar can predict imminent death among patients in the hospice he patrols. He is an aloof cat, "not friendly to people". When he does deign to sit with someone, the honoree will most likely be dead within four hours. The staff consider Oscar so reliable that they call patients' families right away, once he's chosen them, so the soon-to-be-bereaved can come and say their goodbyes.

So here's my question: Does this cute little furball sense that death is near, or does he drag it in and drop in your lap, like a grim little present? If you know cats, you know it could go either way.