Black Cat-Edgar Allan Poe
Tomorrow I am going to die and today I would like to relieve my soul.
The strange story I'm about to write, I don't expect you to believe it. But I would like to write down a series of domestic episodes that have terrified me for a long time...
Since I was a child, I was very kind and tender. Which made me the target of ridicule. I really liked animals, so much so that my parents allowed me to have many. I was very happy to be with them, to caress them and to feed them.
I grew up with that character and luckily I got a wife who shared the same feeling for animals. We had birds, goldfish, a beautiful dog, rabbits, a monkey, and a cat.
"Plutón" was called such a majestic cat, it had become my favorite. Our friendship lasted several years, in which my temperament and attitudes were negatively changed by the worst disease ... alcohol.
Years Later
As time went by, I fell into the worst of actions ... mistreating my wife and my pets, except for Plutón. To that old cat, he still had a little consideration for the moment.