Once upon a time, me and my lass of love had owned many pets. Along with a cat named Pluto
One night, I was drunken into rage when my cat had annoyed me. Hence, I gouged his eye out with my pocketknife.
The cat had been avoiding me ever since (I wonder why) it annoyed me that this cat hadn't wanted to be by my side. eventually I got tired of it, and hung it outside
The following day I had come to the bar to enjoy myself, when I found a cat. I thought taking care of this one could "make up" for what I had done to Pluto. So I took it home with me/
Now this cat was a little too loving, and one day it almost tripped me down he stairs of the cellar. in a fit of rage I raised an axe and went for a swing at the horrendous creature before me. But my wife had intervened. In our anger I dug the axe into her skull, killing her instantly.
That night I had gone to bed peacefully as can be. After bricking up the body in a wall I had felt quite sure I would be fine. After awhile the police had come to my door to ask about my wife. they searched high and lower her. yet not a trace was found. I had tapped on the spot where she rested before they left. Exclaiming that this house was finely built. However, right as I did that the tomb started to scream. The police had broke down the wall to find my wife of course, but also the horrid beast that had tormented me for so long was sitting on her head with a red mouth.