I got married when I was young, and my wife liked animals as much as I did. My wife bought me many animals. Some of those animals were rabbits, a monkey, and a cat. The cat was very smart. He was my favorite pet.
I began to drink more and more over the years. When I was drunk, I would abuse my animals.
While drunk, I cut his eye out because I thought he was trying to avoid me. He recovered from it and didn't seem to be in pain.
My house burnt down that night. Thankfully, my wife and I got out safely.
I found a cat that looked almost like Pluto at a bar I was at but began to dislike him. My wife tried to stop me from killing the cat, but she took the axe instead.
If it weren't for me putting the cat in the the wall with my wife, the cops wouldn't have found her.