There's a cat in America which lives in an old people's home and can predict when people are going to die.
That is surely an unpopular party trick. "Look! Look! He's doing it again! Oh boy, poor old Herb ...I give him two hours, do I have any advances on two hours?"
The cat's called Oscar. I'd have called him "Dark Prince of the Afterlife" or "Shit Head".
The icy paws of death