Once, My wife and I were very happy. We both loved animals dearly, and my favorite pet was a cat called Pluto.
I had a fatal flaw: drinking. Pluto started avoiding me, and one day I caught the cat and, withdrawing a knife from my pocket, took out the cat's eye.
Darn you, cat! Stop avoiding me! Maybe if I gouge out your eye, you'll love me more!
After the eye incident, Pluto avoided me even more. One day, in a drunken and furious state, I grabbed Pluto and hanged him. What can I say? he was avoiding me, and I hated that. Afterwards, I regretted my actions.
Oops! I "accidentally" killed Pluto because he wouldn't stop avoiding me!
The same night I hanged Pluto, the house was engulfed in flame. All that was left was a wall with the burnt imprint of a cat on it. I figured that a neighbor saw the fire, then took the cat out of the rope and threw it through the window to wake me up.
Later on I was at a bar, drinking, when I saw a cat that reminded me of Pluto. I took it home, but it loved me so much it became annoying Also, the white mark on its chest slowly shifted to a noose shape. Once I was sober I noticed that it was missing an eye, just like Pluto.
Here, Kitty, Kitty!
The next day policemen came with questions. Not worried, I gave them a tour around the house, even tapped on the wall of the basement. But when I did that, a loud scream emitted from inside the wall. The policemen tore out the bricks, and witnessed a cat sitting on my wife's body, eyes filled with fire, mouth as red as blood.
One day, the new Pluto was being so clingy I tripped on it going down the stairs. Angry and annoyed, I attempted to end its life, but my wife stopped me. Infuriated, I struck her instead. I brought the body to the basement and hid it in the walls.