A few nights later I was at a bar when I noticed a black cat sitting on a barrel in the corner. I walked up to it and petted it for a few minutes. Then I tried to leave, but the cat followed me home.
The next day I noticed the cat was missing a missing an eye (which made my wife love it more because it reminded her of Pluto). Over the next few days, it developed a white ring around its neck.
After a couple days, I couldn't stand looking at the cat because it reminded of too much of my past. I got an ax and went to the basement to kill it. My wife tried to stop me, so I killed her instead. I realized what I had done, so I took her body, found a soft spot in the wall and hid her.
After 4 days, the police showed up at my house asking where my wife was. I showed them around the house and even in the basement. Then a loud meowing, like a cat dying, came from the wall. The police opened the wall up and my wife fell out. Turns out I locked the stupid cat in with her body.
And that's the story of my life, the story that has haunted me, and the story of why I'm here in jail.