One cold-blooded day I tied a strong rope around the cat's neck and lowered it to the cellar underneath the house, I hung it from one of the wooden beams over my head. I hung it there until it was dead. I hung it there with tears in my eyes.
That same night, while I was sleeping, I heard the screams of our neighbors through my open window. I jumped out of my bed and discovered that the whole house was full of fire. It was only with great difficulty that my wife and I escaped.
One night I sat at the inn. In the corner I saw a dark object that I had not seen before. I went to see what it could be. It was a cat, a cat almost exactly like Pluto.
When I left the inn, he followed me, and I allowed it. Soon it became a pet of my wife and myself.
I felt a cold sensation in my back when we heard a terrible scream coming from the wall. They saw my wife's body, black with dried blood and the cat sitting, screaming his revenge.