"Quickly, my wife got for us several pets of the most likable kind. We had birds, some goldfish, a fine dog, and a cat."
"I began to drink too much wine and other strong drinks... My wife - yes, and my pets too, all except the cat - were made to feel the change in my character.
"One night I came home quite late from the inn... As I entered I saw - or I thought I saw - that Pluto, the cat, was trying to stay out of my way, to avoid me... I took a small knife out of my coat... And with one quick movement I cut out one of its fear-filled eyes!"
"Slowly the cat got well... [But] one day, in cold blood, I tied a strong rope around the cat's neck, and took it down into the cellar... I hung it there until it was dead."
"Months went by... One night I sat... drinking... I saw a dark object... It was a cat, a cat almost exactly like Pluto."
"I jumped from my bed and found that the entire house was filled with fire."
I'm gonna keep this cat!
"The morning after I brought it home, however, I discovered that this cat, like Pluto, had only one eye... I found a feeling of dislike growing in me."
"As I went down the stairs, the cat, following me as always, ran under my feet and nearly threw me down... I took a knife and struck wildly at the cat... My wife stopped my arm... And without thinking, I turned and put the knife's point deep into her heart!"
I am going to bury the body in the wall!
"One day several officers of the police came. Certain that they could find nothing, I asked them in and went with them as they searched."
"For one short moment the officers stood looking at each other. Then quickly they began to pick at the stones, and in a short time they saw before them the body of my wife, black with dried blood and smelling of decay. On the body's head, its one eye filled with fire, its wide open mouth the color of blood, sat the cat, crying out its revenge!"