I hadn’t planned to blog here today, but I couldn’t resist Oscar, who’s become an overnight celebrity.
Oscar, who is the subject of a New England Journal of Medicine article.
Oscar, who’s received an award commending his “compassionate hospice care.”
Oscar, who seems to have an impressive talent…for fingering patients who will die within hours. :shock:
I kit—er, kid you not. You can read the story here.
I’m blogging at the CHICAS today.
And I won’t be sleeping with the cats tonight… :nonono:
That business about him maybe liking the electric blankets they use was a real spoiler.
It gives new meaning to Tweety Bird’s line, “I tought I taw a Puddy tat”.
Bernita, I’d say that’s bullshit. My brother’s worked in such places and nursing homes, and they regularly use electric blankets on patients at any given time—NOT just when they’re about to pass on.
Nope. A very special kittie, this is. :yesyesyes:
LOL, Bernard! :grin:
And I won’t confess that I immediately had visions of patients, bare-butted and terrified, running through the hallways screaming, “THE CAT IS IN MY ROOM! THE CAT IS IN MY ROOM! AAAHHHHH!!!!”