Oscar the Cat



One day a nurse came through the door holding a little kitten.
It was slimy, it was grimy, and wet and flea-bitten.



He was so very cute that all the patients and doctors
Made the decision to keep him and to name him Oscar.



He lives in a nursing home for those with Parkinson's disease,
But while the doctors do their thing Oscar's also busy.



Oscar checks up on patients, and he goes around the room,
But when he stays at one bed the docs know what to assume,



When he stays at one patient's bed, the patient's about to die.
The staff know he's reliable, but they don't know how or why.



Some people think he smells it and some people think he sees it,
Some people think he hears it by the sneezes or the wheezes,



Perhaps he can predict death 'cause in his heart he can feel it.
(I think he stays with them because he knows he can't heal it.)