Here I am sitting in jail alone and writing my story. It is quite excruciating and I now regret my actions. But before I am taken away, I want my story to be understood.
(Quiet sobs are heard from his wife, her knowing where he has been yet again.)
It all started with me and my wife loving pets and owning many of them. We had birds, rabbits, a fine dog, goldfish, a small monkey and a cat named Pluto. I particularly loved our cat Pluto because he was large and beautiful, intelligent, and entirely black.
What have I done?! I am so terrible!
Every night I came home drunk and a mess. I had started to mistreat my poor animals because they backed away, knowing there was something wrong. I even hurt my own wife! I did not do anything to Pluto except for loving him.
Soon enough, Pluto had been starting to get older and was starting to experience my bad moods. One particular night when I came home crazy drunk, Pluto was ignoring me and tried to bite my hand! I couldn't take it any longer. Therefore, I grabbed the cat by the throat, drew a pen-knife from my pocket, and sliced one of his eyes right out from its socket!
I grew angrier and angrier by the day with him. One morning, I slipped a noose around Pluto and hung him. I hung him with pain in my heart. He had done nothing to me to deserve this.
That night I woke to blazes of fire in my house! Luckily my wife, our servant, and I escaped. However, we saw an imprint of my black cat with a noose on one of the walls-the wall of which my headboard to my bed was!
Uhh... You may want to turn around and see what is on the wall sir!