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Everybody knows Oscar

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Oscar the talking cat has now become very famous. Everybody knows about Oscar. I told one of my betting friends this, and he was very dismissive. So I said “choose three famous people, and we’ll go and ask them if they know Oscar. If any one of them doesn’t know Oscar then I pay you one million pounds, otherwise you pay me one million.”

“OK” he said.

First Madonna. “Do I know Oscar, everybody knows Oscar. Why just last week I asked his advice on my next single.”

Second: the Queen of England. We knocked on the palace door, and Prince Phillip answered. “Excuse me, we’ve come to ask the Queen if she knows Oscar.”

“Does she know Oscar, of course she knows Oscar. Everybody knows Oscar. Hey Liz, there are two blokes down here asking about Oscar.”

The Queen shouted back “tell them they’ve just missed him.”

My friend was getting worried now, so for his third choice he said the Pope. We were walking across St Marks Square looking up at the balcony, where we saw Oscar and the Pope deep in conversation. Suddenly a tourist taps my friend on the shoulder, and said. “Excuse me mate, up there on the balcony, who’s the guy in white talking to Oscar?”

Oscar on Expectation

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Some time ago Oscar watched a thief break into a neighbour’s house. The owners were out at a concert and had left the house in darkness. The burglar was stumbling around, not realising Oscar had followed him inside. Then in a quiet voice Oscar whispered “Be careful. Jesus is watching you.”

The burglar almost jumped out of his skin. Who said that?

“Oscar” came the ghostly reply. But nothing else happened. He must have imagined it.

As the thief was going up the stairs the silence was once again broken with: “Be careful. Jesus is watching you.” Who said that?

The disembodied voice said: “I’m Oscar.” The burglar screamed and bolted down stairs. Once again: “Be careful. Jesus is watching you” rang out.

The thief fell, and crashed to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. Looking up he sees Oscar the cat creeping down the stairs.

“I told you to be careful. Jesus is watching you.”

Recovering his senses, the burglar decided he must have hit his head in the fall and was imagining things. He looked straight at Oscar and said: “what sort of idiot do you think I am. A talking cat called Oscar indeed?”

Pointing over his shoulder, Oscar calmly replied: “The same sort of idiot who failed to see the rottweiler called Jesus standing behind you.”

Here we have yet another lesson on statistics from Oscar. What’s the point of going on and on about expectations, when the world always confronts you with the unexpected.