I die tomorrow and I have to get this horrible, awful story off of my chest. I want to tell you about the events that took place in my house. The events have that haunted, tortured and destroyed me.
My wife and I had many animals and we loved them all to death. But there was something about our black cat, Pluto. He was my buddy.
I will admit it though, I had a problem: alcohol. After long nights of drinking, I would come home and physically and verbally abuse my wife and pets.
I went to bed and slept off my drunkness. When I woke up, I was ashamed of what I had done. It didn't last long though, as I started drinking again.
One night, after a long night of drinking I came home and thought Pluto was avoiding me. So, I picked him up and he got scared and bit me. I got so mad that I pulled out my pocket-knife and cut out its eye!
After a few nights, I couldn't look at the cat anymore. So I grabbed some rope and hung it.
That same night, my wife and I woke to our house burning down. We made it out okay. There was one thing that still haunts me to my grave. The one wall that stayed standing, had a cat face scorched in it.