Cats will always eat you in the end. I dearly hope my Uncle Bob was dead before learning that lesson - before Clancy, his cat companion of many years, turned on him after he fell and cracked his head on the tub. Like a Mogul prince groomed and pampered on a daily basis, Clancy was apparently unprepared for the hunger pangs that followed the accident. When one missed meal turned into two, then three ... well, one can only wonder how long the little beast waited before appetite trumped loyalty. I've shared this morbid tale with a number of my cat-lover friends and all stoutly maintain that they, too, would gladly sacrifice their bodies to spare poor Fluffy the slightest discomfort/William Spence, Lewiston Tribune. More here.

Question: Do you trust your cat?