Oscar the cat has his pawprints all over 50 deaths at an old people’s home in America. He chooses his victims, curls up with them overnight and secretly dispatches them. Oddly, the authorities have mixed up cause and effect and credited the murdering moggy with a supernatural ability to detect imminent doom, comforting the dying in their final hours, when it’s obvious to the rest of us that he’s been bumping off persistent bed-blockers.
And now he has been given a book deal: “Making Rounds With Oscar: The Extraordinary Gift of an Ordinary Cat.” (Hyperion, $23.99). JP Morgan want to sign him, he stands to make a fortune on the lecture circuit, and world-class villains want to stroke him. Except for Tony Blair who is watching developments and has complained, “It’s not fair. How come Oscar gets away with it? I want to see how well he’d do in front of the Chillcat Inquiry”.
Oscar says, “No more Kit-E-Kat and the odd mouse for me. I’m hob-nobbing with the big guys, now. Where’s my beluga?”
Beware, if Oscar decides to help you and promises to bring democracy to your sad life, this is the kiss of death and you will be dead by dawn. Tony Blair is taking tips.
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