From infancy I was noted for the docility and humanity of my disposition. We had birds, gold fish, a fine dog, rabbits, a small monkey and a cat.
The fiend intemperance- had ( I blush to confess it) experienced radical alteration for the worse. My pets, of course, were made to feel the change in my disposition. One night, returning home, much intoxicated, from one of my haunts about town, I fancied that the cat avoided my presence. I took from my waistcoat pocket a pen knife, opened it, grasped the poor beast by the throat, and deliberately cut one of its eyes from the socket.
The cat followed me down the steep stairs, and nearly throwing me headlong, exasperated me to madness. Uplifting an axe, and forgetting, in my wrath, the childish dread which had hitherto stayed my hand, I aimed a blow at the animal. But this blow was arrested by the hand of my wife. Into a rage more than demonical, I withdrew my arm from her grasp and buried the axe in her brain. I determined to wall the body up in the cellar. I looked around triumphantly, and said to my self " Here at least my labor has not been in vain". It is impossible to describe, or to imagine, the blissful sense of relief which the absence of the detested creature occasioned in my bosom.
One morning in cold blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it from the limb of a tree.
On the night when the cruel deed was done I was aroused by the cry of fire. The curtains of my bed were in flames. The whole house was blazing.
One night I sat half stupefied. I approached it and touched it with my hand. It was a black cat a very large one fully as large as Pluto, and closely resembling him in every aspect but one. Pluto had not a white hair upon any portion of his body; but this cat had a large, although indefinite splotch of white, covering nearly the whole region of the breast.
Upon the fourth day of the assassination, a party of police came. I felt no embarrassment whatever. I walked the cellar from end to end. I folded my arms upon my bosom and roamed easily to and fro. I rapped heavily, with a cane which I held in my hand, upon that very portion of the brick work behind which stood the corpse of the wife of my bosom. No sooner had the reverberation of my blows sunk into silence than I was answered by a voice from within the tomb !-by a cry, at first muffled and broken. swooning I staggered to the opposite wall. With red extended mouth and solitary eye of fire, sat the hideous beast whose craft had seduced me into murder.