Tomorrow I die. Tomorrow I die, and today I want to tell the world what happened and thus perhaps free my soul from the horrible weight which lies upon it. But listen! Listen, and you shall hear how I have been destroyed.
When I was a child I had a natural goodness of soul which led me to love animals — all kinds of animals, but especially those animals we call pets, animals which have learned to live with men and share their homes with them.
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I was quite young when I married. You will understand the joy I felt to find that my wife shared with me my love for animals. Quickly she got for us several pets of the most likeable kind. We had birds, some goldfish, a fine dog, and a cat.
The cat was a beautiful animal, of unusually large size, and entirely black. I named the cat Pluto, and it was the pet I liked best. I alone fed it, and it followed me all around the house. It was even with difficulty that I stopped it from following me through the streets
One night I came home late. Walking with uncertain step, I made my way with effort into the house. As I entered I saw thought I saw the cat, was trying to avoid me. This action, by an animal which I had thought still loved me, made me angry beyond reason. I took a small knife out of my coat and opened it. Then I took animal by the neck and I cut outone of its fear-filled eyes!
A while after killing my wife, police started doing searches house to house. the officers asked if they could come inside and have a look, I believed they would find nothing and the did. until there was a terrible cry coming from the cellar where an old fire place was, they uncovered it and found my wife's body and the cat, crying out for its revenge.