Ever since I was young, I was very fond of animals. When I got married, I kept my animals. I had a big black cat, Pluto, birds, rabbits, a monkey, fish, and even a fine dog.
I still loved my animals as time went on, but I began to drink and soon got addicted. I started to neglect and misuse my animals. One night I came home drunk, and Pluto ran away from me. This upset me so I carved out his eye with a knife.
I was stunned and saddened by the atrocity of my action. I then with tears in my eyes, hung my cat to a tree, to end my sadness.
That night my house burned down, and everything was in ruins. I lost everything, but one wall supported by my bed. My neighbors started shouting to warn me, and threw my cat, noose and all, which hit the plaster of my burning wall.
The next day, at my favorite tavern, I spotted a cat that looked exactly like Pluto, except it had a white spot on its chest the shape of the gallows. I asked if anyone owned him, but he had no apparent owner. I took him home that day.
The new cat was not as I expected though. He pestered and annoyed me everyday, and when I was at my wits' end, I took an axe, and swung it at him. But my wife's hand caught the axe mid-blow. I was furious! I took the axe and buried it into her brain. I then deconstructed the wall, placed the corpse inside, and reconstructed it. The next day the police came to my door. I was not scared at all, but when I tapped the wall with my cane, I heard a terrible screeching sound from my cat, and that is when the police found me and took me away.