This story is about something chilling that happened to me, that maybe could sound crazy!!
From my infancy, I always loved animlas and was indulged by my parents with a great variety of pets.
When I got married, we had birds, gold-fish, a fine dog, rabbits, a small monkey and a cat, which was my favorite
I was sick and one day my temperament and character changed. Day by day I was more moody, more irritable. I was bad with my wife and with my pets. Except with the cat.
One night, I returned home, much intoxicated and I fancied that the cat avoided my presence. I seized him but in his fright at my violence, he inflicted a slight wound upon my hand with his teeth. The fury of a demon instantly possessed me that...
...I took from my waistcoat-pocket a pen-knife, grasped the poor beast by the troat and I cut one of its eyes. After that the cat slowly recovered and it fled in extreme terror at my approach