I will tell you that I am not insane. When I was a boy, I was fascinated with animals and different kinds of pets. But my favorite animal was a black cat named Pluto.
But soon, I began to drink and soon became addicted to alcohol and began to abuse my pets and my wife, but never the black cat. But one night, I was drunk and enraged by the cat that avoided me at all costs. To settle my rage, I took the cat's eye out and soon became disgusted my the appearance of the feline.
I soon became too disgusted with it's appearance that one day, I hung it with tears coming down my face.
After I killed, I decided to put her in the wall in my cellar to hide her corpse. It was a great place to hide her. After four days, the police came to search for anything out of the ordinary. Everything was going fine until we got to the cellar. They checked everywhere and they couldn't find her and then they decided to leave. I had to say how strong the walls are to the police by slapping behind me which turned to be the wall my wife was in. I learned that by hearing the screams of that damn cat. The police decided to break the wall and then they found my wife rotted and that cat lying on top of her eating a little bit of her.
That night our house burnt down destroying everything in it, soon after I met a black cat that looked exactly like Pluto with a white splotch on it's breasts that looked the GALLOWS and an missing eye.
I soon became to hate the feline I wanted it gone but the cat endeared itself to my wife. One day when I was walking down into the basement, the cat jumped in front of me nearly tripping me. I became enraged and got ax. My wife tried to protect the cat and got in the way of my swing.