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Paranormal means all the things that are impossible to explain
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and charm. Oh and the paranormal. Welcome to Scary Era. Oh,
in the words of the late Sean Connery, we'll be
talking Porigalore today. Yes, all things cats in an Irish contextlore.
Welcome indeed to Scary Era, Season two, Episode.
Speaker 3: Two, Mark Manning.
Speaker 2: This program has largely been put together today in association
with Shamous Malarkey. Who's he says you. He happens to
be a very fine author and one of his publications
is called The Cats of Ireland, only available on Amazon
on paperback and hardback too. Oh and if you'd like
the audiobook version, well that's also available on audible dot Com.
Narrated by Modesty forbids me Ah, what the hell me?
Domestic cats, big cats, They're all up for grabs today. Moggie,
mister pussy Tabby tabs your attention please. Here's a story
from the Irish Independent dated two thousand and eight. A
large cat like animal has been spotted roaming wild clothes
to where sheep have been mauled. Guardie, that's our police
force are awaiting the results of laboratory tests on droppings
fans to the dead livestock to determine the identity of
the mystery killer. Yesterday they received a photograph of the creature,
which was taken by a woman in the bally Lawn
area of Manor, Cunningham County. Duney goal ought.
Speaker 3: To be sure, to be sure.
Speaker 4: Lot was taken from a distance, so it is impossible
to be set. But the woman who took the picture
saw this animal up close in her garden and she
knows it wasn't a talk, so itwa wasn't.
Speaker 2: Said Superintendent Vincent O'Brien. He confirmed that guard he had
met with the local ISPCA inspector and the country's wildlife
officer as concerns began to grow about the animal and
how folks are going to lay on the stage. Irish
a little bit, but there's only a bit of.
Speaker 4: Fun come in the morning in the bottom of the evening,
strap me to a pig and roll me in the
bud or sure to be sure, to be sure.
Speaker 2: We got dropping samples and they've been sent away for analysis,
so we're not exactly sure what kind of animal we're
dealing with. However, the sightings report that it was a
large black cat type banimal such as a cougar, that
moved extremely fast across the fields and was noticed crawling
on its belly. He said, here's a description. He added
that the latest mystery animal did not fit the description
of another sighting in the same area a year ago.
The one last year was brown and white. It recited
a number of times and then it fizzled. Ouse this
one is described as black. We're asking people to be
vigilant and anyone who sees it to report it to
their local gardens station. He confirmed the matter was now
being treated extremely seriously by Guardie and a full scale
search was underway to find the animal. Oh, we're not
making any further comment at this stage, and we don't
want to alarm people in any way creates a panic,
he said. We'd particularly appeal to any owner of exotic
animals that may have stepped recently to contact us immediately
as part of our inquiries. The cougar or wildcat may
have been dumped in Duney Gold by a circus crew
or escape from a zoo. Last year, a major hunt
got on the way in the North for a black
panther along the North Antrum coast, but it was called
off when it was decided the animal had disappeared into
the wild.
Speaker 3: Yeah.
Speaker 5: Yeah, a couple of things over the years. But I've learned,
well I don't. I suppose it's not learned. I've just
become accustomed to it. And I think it's kind of
it's maybe it's another sense or something. But often when
you go into places, you will get a feeling for
the place, and you'll get a feeling of whether or
not it's comfortable. And whatever cause is that. Who knows
what causes that. But we have an intuition. We have
an inbuilt intuition. I can't describe what it is or
where it comes from, or the physics of it or
the chemistry of it.
Speaker 3: But it's there.
Speaker 5: And anybody will will tell you to stick with your intuition.
If you think something doesn't feel right, then don't hang around.
Speaker 6: Superb advice from regular contributor to Scary Era, David McGlynn
aka the Squire, and I don't hang around either.
Speaker 3: If you've got an Irish.
Speaker 6: Paranormal tale to tell, simply email Paranormal Ireland at ProtonMail
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you get to teleton Air yourself. That's Paranormal Island at
ProtonMail dot com.
Speaker 2: Yes, indeed I need more interactivity, so yeah, Paranormal Island
at ProtonMail dot com. My thanks for that earlier piece,
which was supplied with the help of Anthony Kerrigan from
Ghost Era. Hello to Eric and Jessica there as well.
He tells me that he has been exploring in his
time Owen, the gat caves in County Roscommon, where apparently
there are rumors of wildcats. It is also the place
that Halloween first happened. I believe that the origins of
Sowen were supposedly in those caves. If you don't agree
with me, reach out and tell me. Antony also is
helped full because he makes reference to he thinks he
heard of a kill a key cat in County Wicklow. Well,
let me enlighten you folks because coincidentally, or as my
kids used to say, quinky dink. It's covered in Shamous
Malarkey's book which a lot of our material is drawn
from on this show. And the book is called The
Cats of Ireland. You can get it on Amazon only
in paperback or in hardback, or if you'd like the
audio book, it's unaudible Cats of Ireland by Shamous Monarchy
and honest shamously A plug there for shamous. Right, let's
investigate this Killikey cat, the black cat of kill A
Key House in the fair County of Wicklow can be
found a dwelling place known as Killi Key House. In
the late nineteen sixties, the O'Brien family decided to upgrade
the then rather repid structure into an art center and
tea room. During the renovations, a team of painters lodged
at the house so that the work could be completed speedily.
They reported strange goings on, including seeing a black cat
the size of a large dog. Initially, the owners dismissed
the painter's accounts as delusions, tall tales inspired by a
bit of night time tipple, or the result of tricks
played by local mischief makers. However, in nineteen seventy, the
respected national newspaper The Irish Independent reported that Missus O'Brien
could not sleep in the house because of the weird
howling of her terrified dogs, who seemed to sense something
nefarious afoot. Also, some mysterious force had called quite a
bit of destruction inside the house, even though a careful
investigation uncovered no evidence that any human invaders had broken in. Subsequently,
two artists at the house saw a black cat and
then the apparition of a three foot high man who
transformed himself into a cat. Later that decade, the owners
exorcised the house, and as far as the occupants could
gather at that time, the ghostly cats were gone for good. Nonetheless,
more recent reports claimed that there may have been other
spooky occurrences since then. Who knows, it could be another
phantom cat creeping around the place. I certainly wouldn't spend
a night at kinlikey house.
Speaker 3: Would you.
Speaker 5: Not?
Speaker 7: Paranormal mong Manning is real? Now, that's a scary thought. Yes, yes,
you know. I honestly believe that cats are a portal
to the other worldly. We all know dogs and they're
onconditional love Love me master, Master love me. I jump
up and down and retrieve bones for you. I'll do anything.
Whereas the cat, if you're lucky enough to have one,
they really decide who their owner is, not the other
way around. Many of them have two homes. What have
you been up to with your pussey today? I know,
I've just come from playing with mine in the chip
seats in the front room. You see, we have a
bit of guide. I'm together Marvin, who's been with us
since two thousand and nine. He's the only other guy
in the house. So every time I look at him
at a certain time a night and say, let's have
some guy time, Marve.
Speaker 2: He's a tuxedo cat. They're quite clever, you know. And
we we go in and sit in my favorite chair
and he gets up on my lap and he gets
diddled under his chin, and his coat gets rubbed, and
he likes to stick his little head up in under
my chin, and he's a fine old beast. I do
so love my moggie. I hope you like your moggie
as well. And you're enjoying the pussy galore show that
we're having here on Scary Era this time. Any who,
back to cats, we're gonna hear some more shortly from
Shamous Monarchy's book The Cats of Ireland, and we'll be
delving into how a cat can curse you. But first
of all, let's just free fall into some catterwalling. Yes,
you're about to hear a catastrophic recording the catterwall. Well,
it's the noise that a cat makes when it's scared
but prepared to fight. Let's listen in, shall we my
cat's curse upon you? Anyone who's ever met even the
sweetest looking tabby knows just how fearsome and on forgiving
felines can be when riled. It's not surprising that when
the Irish wanted to curse somebody or something, they would
invoke feline ferocity. Perhaps the most direct and powerful of
these curses blocked a cottart or the curse of my
cat on you. This recognized the power of cats and
their ponchon for anger and spite, and more specifically, invokes
the ancient superstitious belief that cats had magical powers, including
the ability to curse their foes. Another more vivid example
of the cat curse is the infernal invocation, wishing that
gonnehe uncut who is gonnehe n jowel uncut, which translates us,
may the cat eat you and may the devil eat
the cat. We'd say that this one is a recipe
for indigestional round who wants to end up a hairball
within a hair ball? However, in all good conscience, I
must implore you to deploy these kitty cat curses with care.
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Speaker 2: Good old Oh, would you come up with something more
original than get out? You hear that in every single
blooming scary movies since the nineteen thirties, And we're not
going to say anymore on the subject. Anthony Kerrigan from
ghost Era had outdone himself this week in helping me
put together the show because he supplied some material and
I really appreciated it because I was all over the
place this week in the world of voiceovers. So Anthony,
thanks again, mate, I owe you one. So he supplied
me with something I'm going to share with you now.
It's an article from a local paper called The West
Cork People. It dates from last year January to be
precise of twenty twenty four, and it was written by
Eugene Daily. So here we go. The prominent role of
kats in Irish folklore. A traditional Irish greeting on entering
a house was God save all here except the cat girdld,
on account of its association with the devil. Despite this,
it was believed to be lucky for a stray cat
to enter the house. Many of the superstitions concerned the
cat's supposed sixth sense. In County Claire, it was thought
to be looked at fixedly by a cat after it
had washed its face was a sign of approaching marriage.
On the other hand, or love as we say in Irish,
to be looked at fixedly by a cat except after
washing its face, or i as we say in Irish,
was an omen of sickness or death. To dream of
a cat foretold an enemy. To dream of a doggie
a friend. In Ireland, generally a purring cat or a
cat with its back to the fire was a sign
of rain. Another belief was that it was a nomen
of bad luck if a cat caught a mouse and
allowed it to escape for no reason. In Limerick, it
was thought that putting a cat under a pot brought
bad weather, and it was apparently a common practice among
sailors wives in order to keep their men at home.
Black cats are considered the most powerful in terms of
magic and superstition. It was considered lucky to have a
black cat cross your path on you Year's Eve, and
if a black cat comes into the house on Christmas night, Bengo, hallelujah,
the inhabitants will have a great look for the coming year.
Many people consider it lucky to have a black cat
cross the road in front of them, or to come
upon a black cat unexpectedly. I have to just share
my own personal experience of this. My beloved wife and
I regularly go walking and there's an area we walk through,
and every so often we are greeted by this real
friendly Don't you just love it when they're friendly and trusting?
A big and he's big, a big black cat, almost
long hair, but he's a big tuxedo cat, and he's
beautiful and he's friendly. And I have no idea what
his name is. But when he plots his way towards us,
going yaom yoom me old pals, We're so delighted me,
especially because I always I want to really pick him
up and hug him. He's like he's the size of
a big baby. Excuse me, I got carried away.
Speaker 1: There.
Speaker 2: Many folk tales about cats emphasize that they have a wild,
untrustworthy nature, even the fully domesticated pets. A very popular
story concerns the death of the King of the cats.
The story goes that a man out traveling met a
huge cat, which, unlike my friendly one, attacked him, and
which with difficulty he managed to kill. As it lay dying,
the cat told him that, yeah, I'm the King of
the cats, now expiry. On his return home, the man
told his wife how he had killed the King of
the cats. Hearing this, the couple's domestic cat, which had
been sleeping by the fire, leaped up and attack the man,
shrinking his claws into his throat, killing him. Now apparently,
in some versions of this story, the man manages to
fight the cat off look at him. Well, let's all
get serious panties here now for a while, in case
say we get a bit too carried away with entertaining people.
You see, cats appear in quite a few Irish proverbs,
and a few examples are it's arrahon fane a yenin
uncut cronon, which means it's for her own good that
the cat purrs, trivua uncut ryar chistilla sul naklishi uginst
jarmud minau on tea, fortunes of the cat, keen, sight
in darkness, walking without sound, and the housewife's forgetfulness. My
wife doesn't suffer from that. She will remember everything. She's
like an elephant, not physically. If you're listening, you're very petite.
It's just your memory anyway, enough trouble as it is. Okay, okay,
don't remember what I did last week. Just don't. Don't.
Don't keep reminding me. I will fit the toilet seat.
I will with a new toilet seat. It's been sitting
right for about two weeks. You're gone, erv You're goone
A dip uncut on scud on bit by bit the
cat ate the herring, which I suppose means take things
bit by bit. Poco a poco near youig shankat rivehyane
an old cat never burned itself, emphasizing the value of experience. Oh,
I said that like Captain Kirk oh oh, Scottie just
shut his ears off with a phaser. Another well known
proverb is brittan on ducas tree, you have uncut nature
breaks out through the eyes of the cat. This proverb
is illustrated by an old Irish tale about a man
who had his cat so well trained that it would
hold that it would hold a candle for him while
he read. A visiting poor scholar bet the man that
he could make the cat drop the candle. The man
of the house took on the bet accordingly. He returned
some time later and released a mouse that ran across
the table in front of the cat. Usually they don't
run a scuttle, don't they like a mouse kind of scuttles.
The cat's eyes were riveted on the mouse, but it
continued to hold the candle. A tenacious cat, you might say.
The scholar released another mouse with the same result. But
the third time he released a mouse, the diligent moggi
couldn't contain itself no longer, flinging aside the candle and
flinging aside safety. I'd imagine it gave chase. The moral
of both. The proverb bound the tail is that nothing
can conceal its true nature completely, like I suppose a
leopard never changes its spots. Another well known one is
what would the young cat do but kill a mouse?
Speaker 7: I e.
Speaker 2: Like father, like son. Oh, the old apple doesn't roll
far from the tree you can tell them having fun.
It's been a long day. The most famous Irish proverb
about cats describes those who would quarrel to the bitter end,
fighting like Kilkenny cats. According to legend, the name arose
when Hessian soldiers were quartered in kil Kenny during the
seventeen ninety eight rebellion. They amused themselves the cruel Sods
by tying two cats together by their tails and throwing
them over a line to fight for the warning. Their
commanding officer disapproved of this practice and bandit rightly so,
but it continued in secret. One day, as a fight
was in program, As the soldiers heard an officer approaching.
Speaker 3: Silence spread tomsica.
Speaker 2: One of the soldiers cut down the cats with his sword,
leaving only their tails. The officer inquired as to the cotscorm.
The soldier replied that they had devoured each other so
furious was there fighting, and that only their tails remained.
The true origin of the story, however, most likely lies
in Cokenny history. Speaking as a Cocainey man, that's all
news to me, or should I say mules to me?
I suppose you're expecting me to go all paranormal and
egg headed, well, it's kind of light for now. I'm
just going to keep a light and interesting. A regular
feature of Irish myths is that people turn or are
turned into cats. According to one legend, the goddess Cleona,
associated with County Cork and particularly with Glendore, turned her
sister Evil into a white cat sow. She did because
they were both in love with the same chieftain. Kleona
married the chieftain oh Keef, and they lived happily together
for a long time. Eventually, however, the chieftain found out
the truth and demanded that Cleona restore her sister's human shape. Unfortunately,
it was too late to do anything, and in his rage,
the chieftain banished Cleona from his sight. I think it
was just an excuse myself. He probably had his eye
on another Colleen. In closing, the cat has always had
an ambiguous reputation in myth and folklore. That's pretty good
of me, because most Irish people can't say myth, they
say myt in mit and folklore. On the one hand,
it is the playful and useful companion of a man
and widely thought of with affection and respect. On the
other hand, what did an Irish love. That's correct, Well done,
you were listening. It's cool independent nature. Ruthlet's skill in
hunting and links to nighttime and the dark have often
caused it to be regarded with suspicion and even persecuted
as an animal of witchcraft and magic. You know, we
had a witch on a Scary Era very early on
in the series, or a lovely lady Yvonne Lawton, I
think from yall, and she's a real witch. And she
didn't like cats. Yes, she didn't like them at all.
She said, I don't like their the way they do
that out pouring noise. Oh I like the pouring noise.
I find it very hmmm, very soothing. And apparently scientists
don't really know how the cat purrs. Supposedly it's to
do do with their blood heating up or something. That's
what I read. Anyway, I'd like to thank you, Eugene
Daily for that. You're a retired primary teacher I see
here in West Cork and you put your learning skills
to good use. Thank you for bringing that into class, Eugene,
Thanks you, you big lick. And now to change the mood,
a little cherished listener of Scary Era I want to
share with you another personal story of mine, cat related.
I mentioned Marvin earlier on our beloved cat, who some
twenty five feet away from me right now is ensconced
in his basket. When he arrived here in two thousand
and nine, he came along with a brother. Now Marvin
is a tuxedo cat, but his brother was a beautiful,
big tabby cat called Professor Puss. And Professor Puss, you know,
he was great with the kids, and they were only
kids back then.
Speaker 3: He was.
Speaker 2: You could pick them up any time of the day
and he'd enjoy a snuggle. He was always amenable to that.
He was a darling. And he had a habit of
going up to a converted attic we have. It's converted
into a bedroom, kind of a guest room, and he'd
plunk himself under the.
Speaker 3: Bed up there.
Speaker 2: Now most of us knew that's where his heidi hole was,
but not everybody, did you see. And one night, when
my wife had a lot of her girlfriends over, some
of whom were staying, she said to me, Mark, will
you go up and make sure Professor Puss is out
from under the bed upstairs in case he freaks out
any of the girls.
Speaker 3: So I did.
Speaker 2: And I have to say, to my shame, I used
to have this habit of when I take him out
from under his bed and we were going down this
little stairs that led up to the attic room, I
used to just, you know, the divil in me, as
we say in Ireland, would just dangle them only fleetingly.
Now I used to just dangle them over the banister
as I was bringing him down. And he didn't like
that kind of go And as I said, it was
just a nasty moment in me, it was never really cruel.
It was just what it was, kind of like Michael
Jackson the time he dangled kid out the hotel window.
It wasn't even as serious as that. But anyway, I
got my silly kicks doing that. And this particular night
I retrieved him from under the bed. It was a dirty,
old wet Friday night. I distinctly remember the rain was
hammering on the attic window as I as I took
him down, and of course I did my silly thing
of dangling him just briefly over the banister. Nothing whereas
i'd normally get her. Wow, nothing at all, no reaction whatsoever.
Speaker 7: I did it again.
Speaker 3: No reaction.
Speaker 2: Professor Puss just dangled in my arms, and I said, oh,
that's strange, Puss. I hope you're okay, gave him a snuggle,
took him downstairs. Professor Puss was killed by a car
that night. It was almost like he knew, like he
was saying to me, go on, see if I care
you and your little puerile prank. I'm destined for somewhere else.
This cat's nine lives.
Speaker 7: Were about to expire, to expire, to expire, to expire.
Speaker 8: Professor Puss in the cataverse, I wonder can you hear
me now, all these years later through the ether?
Speaker 3: I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
Speaker 8: If I had known m.
Speaker 3: Please forgive me. Mark Manning, are you okay? Good?
Speaker 2: Well, settle back down in your pajamas, nice necklacee or whatever.
I've recently started to wear pajamas, having years of just
being in my boxer shorts. Yeah, I took to the pajamas.
Now that I'm of a certain age, shall you stay
here for more good I'll be taking my leave of
you shortly, but first these few and we'll finish up
on a maritime story. Taken from Seamous Malarkey's Cats of Ireland.
He really helped us out tonight, available in paperback and
hardback on Amazon and in audiobook form on Audible. Right
that's enough for him. So more about cats and Ireland
right now? How about this one? Of course, we have
to have lepp Castle in here. The Demon Cat of
lepp Castle, County Offaly. One of Ireland's most haunted locations.
Lepp Castle is said to be home to a malevolent
entity known as the Elemental, a shadowy foul smelling presents. However,
another spectral residence is a phantom black cat. Witnesses have
reported seeing a large, ghostly cat prowling the halls, particularly
near the castle's bloody chapel. Some believe it is a
familiar spirit tied to dark occult practices from the castle's
violent past. Others claim it appears as an omen before
tragic events. On to my home county now. The Cursed
Cat of Kilkenny a cat cat cattle, the witch's familiar.
In Kilkenny, a city with a strong witch trial history,
there's a legend of a witch's black cat that still
haunts the streets. According to folklore, a woman accused of
witchcraft in the sixteenth or seventeenth century was executed, but
her cat, said to be her familiar spirit, escaped and
was never caught. Locals claim that on certain nights a large,
glowing eyed cat can be seen darting through alleyways near
Kilkenny Castle. Some say it brings misfortune to those who
see it, or how about this from County Limerick. The
Phantom Cats of Locker. Locker is one of Ireland's most
mystical sights, linked to fairies, ancient deities and shape shifting spirits.
Among its many legends is the tale of the yach
Ishka water horse, but less known is the story of
phantom cats seen near the lakes standing Stones or now
The locals claim that a dusk, ghostly gray cats appear
near Nokadoon Hill or the Giant's Grave, watching silently before vanishing.
Some believe they are fairy cats, cat sirka, guardians of
the other world. Others say they are the spirits of
sacred cats kept by the lake's ancient inhabitants, possibly linked
to the pre Celtic goddess Aya, who is said to
take feline form. And sure we'll take a danter now
down to dirty old Dublin and her tears about the
black Cat of Saint Micken's Crypt. Beneath Saint Micken's Church
in Dublin lies a haunted crypt filled with mummified remains,
including the infamous Crusader and the Thief. But another unsettling
presence reported here is a black, spectral cat that lurks
in the shadows. Visitors and staff have described feeling something
brush against their legs, only to turn and see glowing
feline eyes in the darkness before it disappears. Some speculate
it's a guardian spirit tied to the crypt's eerie energy,
while others think it may be a lost familiar from
Dublin's darker occult past. Speaking of those fairy cats, the
cat Seether of Irish folklore, though not tied to a
single location, the cat seeth fairy cat is a creature
from Scottish and Irish mythology, a large black cat with
a white spot on its chest, believed to be a
witch in disguise or a fairy taking feline form. It
was said to steal souls by passing over a corpse
before burial, leading to the tradition of late wakes, feasting
and games to distract the cat's seether. Right, I shall
join you shortly to finish with that aforementioned maritime cat story.
Speaker 5: But first, the Squire, Yeah, a couple of things over
the years. But I've learned, well, I don't. I suppose
it's not learned. I've just become accustomed to it. And
I think it's kind of it's it's maybe it's another
sense or something. But often when you go into places,
you will get a feeling for the place, and you'll
get a feeling of whether or not it's comfortable. And
whatever cause is that, who knows what causes that. But
we have an intuition. We have an inbuilt intuition. I
can't describe what it is or where it comes from,
or the physics of it or the chemistry of it,
but it's there, and anybody will will tell you to
stick with your intuition. If you think something doesn't feel right,
then don't hang around.
Speaker 6: Superb advice from regular contributor to scary Er David McGlynn
aka The Squire, and don't hang around either. If you've
got an Irish paranormal tale to tell, simply email Paranormal
Ireland at proton male dot com and it'll be read
out for you before you get to tell it.
Speaker 3: On air yourself.
Speaker 6: That's Paranormal Ireland at ProtonMail dot com.
Speaker 2: Wow you made it. Welcome back to the grand finale
of today's Katarama Katathon porre thing. Now get the picture.
I did say we'd finish up on a maritime, a
sea story all about cats. So how about this one?
Black cats and shipwrecks.
Speaker 3: It's a true story.
Speaker 2: When Oscar the Black Cat died at an old sailor's
home in Belfast, Northern Ireland, you might be forgiven for
supposing there was nothing unusual about the passing of one
modest little member of feline kind. Yet this unassuming cat
had a long and most unique marine career behind him.
You see, the remarkable Oscar had used up quite a
few of his lives escaping from sinking ships. First, this
kitty found himself aboard the Bismarck, a German battleship charged
with attacking Allied ships as they brought supplies across the
North Atlantic sea route during World War II. Desperate to
eliminate the threat posed by the Bismarck, the Allies attacked
and eventually sank it. However, lucky Catoscar narrowly escaped a
watery grave when the British vessel HMS Cossack plucked the
knackert tabby from the sea. Amazed at the cat's survival skills,
his new crew named him Unsinkable Sam. Apparently unsatisfied with
his new home, Sam escaped yet again and chose a
new home aboard the British HMS arc Royal. However, while
Sam had proved himself unsinkable, the boat beneath his wee
paws wasn't so buoyant. Less than a month later, that
vessel was in turn torpedoed and sank on cannoy. The
lucky kitty escaped drowning, and this time it was the
crew of the British ship HMS Legion who scooped him
out of the water. After that, Oscar aka Sam the
Unsinkables seafaring days, whereover he spent the rest of his
existence on dry land, purring like a steam engine in
the Emerald Dial. We're pretty confident that the Navy was
glad to not attract any more lousy look from Oscar's presence.
And on that happy note, darlings, thank you for joining
scary eras cat special. Now. Remember, if you like this
show and you want to get in touch with us
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and his bizarre, unique way of addressing the paranormal. Yah'll
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