Bloody Caturday
I don't know what you've heard about this cat that can predict death. Everyone has a different guess as to how Oscar the cat knows to cuddle up to the dying. So far, I have yet to see anyone put forth the obvious one: Oscar is killing people.
Come on. I didn't study all this folklore and demonology for nothing. Obviously Oscar is choosing his victims, settling in, and sucking the last remaining breath out of them. Old people die all the time, he figures, and nobody will think it odd if two dozen of them happen to die under his furry paws. He's got an infinitely sustainable source of life force, without all the hassles that come with killing babies. It's fiendishly clever.
If I was a different kind of person, I'd storm that hospice with cold iron and holy water, trap that cat in a ring of salt, beat it to death with silver (just in case), and burn the body. Unfortunately I'm not that kind of person. More a Watcher than a Slayer, if you get me.
But I know, Oscar. I know.
ETA: Because I want to say it first! This completely awesome diamond? CURSED.
Come on. I didn't study all this folklore and demonology for nothing. Obviously Oscar is choosing his victims, settling in, and sucking the last remaining breath out of them. Old people die all the time, he figures, and nobody will think it odd if two dozen of them happen to die under his furry paws. He's got an infinitely sustainable source of life force, without all the hassles that come with killing babies. It's fiendishly clever.
If I was a different kind of person, I'd storm that hospice with cold iron and holy water, trap that cat in a ring of salt, beat it to death with silver (just in case), and burn the body. Unfortunately I'm not that kind of person. More a Watcher than a Slayer, if you get me.
But I know, Oscar. I know.
ETA: Because I want to say it first! This completely awesome diamond? CURSED.