I know this story is supposed to be heartwarming, about a kitty who wants to comfort the dying, but it just reinforces the “cats are creepy” image to me. I don’t want to spend my final hours with a semiferal beast who jonezes on my doom.
“Oooh, look, Oscar has come to comfort you!”
“Get it away! Begone, evil spirit, foul spectre, grim visage! I want to live! To live and learn and laugh and lov-”
“Time of death is 2:34PM.”
“Meow.” Stalks off in search of next victim.