When I first saw the little incidental story about Oscar on the aol welcome screen, I immediately thought, " Oh! A spirit guide!"
Oscar the cat lives in a nursing home. He was raised among spirits spending their final hours, days, weeks on this plane of existence. He apparently is able to intuit which spirits are about to depart, and chooses to share those souls’ last earthly hours curled up beside them…leading them home, perhaps?
My first thought was, "What a comforting presence!" The story made me think—how little we really know about life, and the afterlife, and the spirits that may stand between the two.
Within a matter of hours, that little blurb of media attention—the story that quizzically contemplated the nature of Oscar’s talent—was distorted into the worst possible B-movie scripts. I saw him called everything from "Dr. Catvorkian" to "the feline Grim Reaper." News wires initially sympathetic to the significance of Oscar’s mission, have since portrayed him as the creepy star of some sci-fi horror fantasy. Trust human beings to mock and ridicule things outside our realm of understanding!
We just don’t (won’t?) get it, do we?