When I was a child I had a natural goodness of soul which led me to love animals. I was quite young when I was married. You will understand the joy I felt to find that my wife shared with me my love for animals.
We had birds, some goldfish, a fine dog, and a cat. The cat was a beautiful animal and entirely black. I named the cat Pluto, and it was the pet I liked best. I began to drink to much as the days passed I became less loving in my manner. I cut out one of it's fear-filed eyes!
One day, in cold blood, I tied a strong rope around the cat's neck, and taking it down into the cellar under the house I hung it from one of the wood beams above my head. I hung it there until it was dead.
That same night, as I lay sleeping, I jumped from my bed and found that the entire house was filled with fire. My wife and I escaped. It seemed almost that the cat had in some mysterious way caused the house to burn so that it could make me pay for my evil act, so that it could take revenge upon me.
One night i sat i the inn, drinking, as usual. In the corner I saw a dark object that I had not seen before. It was a cat. Suddenly I realized that I wanted a cat. I offered to buy it from the innkeeper, but he claimed he had never seen that animal before. As I left the inn, it followed me, and I allowed it to do so. It soon became a pet of both my wife and myself.
It followed me. At night I dreamed of it and I began to hate that cat! One day my wife called me from the cellar the cat, followed me as always, ran under my feet and nearly threw me down. In sudden anger, I took a knife and struck wildly at the cat. Quickly my wife put out her hand and stopped my arm. I turned and put the knife's point deep into her heart. She fell to the floor and died without a sound. I spent a few moments looking for the cat, but it was gone. I hid the body in an old fireplace behind the walls. A few people came and asked about my wife, then police officers came and heard a cry and found the body.