Indeed this narrative that I am about to write might be incredibly hard to believe, and mad would you be if you were to believe it but I am not mad, and this is not a dream.
The Black CatBy Edgar Allan Poe
When I was a kid I was noted for my kind disposition towards animals. My wife lost no opportunity to get us a variety of pets. One being a remarkably large, entirely black cat.
I began to drink, and my addiction got worse. one day, Pluto kept following me around, and in a pure rage I turned around and gouged his eye out. Eventually the cats eye healed. As expected, the cat was avoiding me and at first I wasn't bothered with it, but eventually it got to me, and I put the poor cat out of it's misery by hanging it.
After Pluto's death, my drinking addiction stayed strong. While I was at a tavern to get a quick drink, I saw an apparition on one of the bins. i took a closer look and it was a black cat. In Fact it was a lot like Pluto, just what I was looking for. I decided to take it home with me, as it was pleased with me noticing it.
while I was walking down the stairs, the cat I had recently adopted followed me. As I was walking down, the damned cat tripped me, so I turned around, threw my axe at it, but my wife took the blow.
On the fourth day after my wife's death, the police came. At first I was cocky, Doubting that they would even come close to finding the body as i had cemented it in a wall, but just as they were about to leave, I tapped the wall expecting no response. But I heard something from inside the wall, like a muffled scream or a cry for help. the police took the wall down and the body was revealed inside, with the cat feeding on the dead corpse.