It wasn't even my fault I was put into here. It was the cat! I didn't intend to kill my wife nor end up in jail and be put to death by execution. It was ALL the cat's fault!
My first cat was really clingy. I always loved it, until I started with my drinking problem and later on I began to abuse my wife. It wasn't my fault though. It was all the alcohol's fault!
The cat was a hassle. All it did was get in the way, especially when I was trying to drink. All you could hear was 'meow meow meow,' it gave me a headache, 'till finally I had enough. The cat deserved to die!
Later on, I had to get rid of the cat, which I did by hanging it up in a noose in the forest. But somehow the cat came back- (the very next day, the cat came back, they thought it was a goner) but it looked extra creepy. It had one eye missing.. just.. like.. Pluto.
As a week or so went by, I grew between more and more hatred towards the cat. It was so creepy! Until, finally, I had enough. It had to go! For good this time. But my wife got in the way. I had to kill this cat, but she was preventing me from doing so. There was only one thing I could do. Kill her, too.
I knew someone was bound to come by some day. I couldn't just have some dead body of my wife just lying around. I decided my best option was to hide her and the dead cat in the wall. It was only logical to do so, or so I thought. The police came by no longer than an hour later. I was proud! They would never look in the wall. But obviously they found out because I am in jail.
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