Soon after I killed Pluto, our house caught on fire. The one wall that was still standing had a burn mark, of a black cat.
After we moved into our new, run-downed house. A black cat, with a missing eye and a patch of white fur around its neck, wandered inout our yard. My wife fell in love with it, and we kept it.
One day, I was going down the stairs and the cat my wife took in, went in-between my feet and almost tripped me! I took an axe and tried to kill the cat, but my wife blocked it and went infront. I hit her. So, I shove her into the wall.
Im telling you, she isn't here.
A few days later, the cops show up since no one has seen my wife. Suddenly we hear a meow.
She comes tumbling out of the wall. With the cat, on her.
And now, I'm sitting in jail, ashamed for everything I have done. From Pluto, to my wife, and even being an alcoholic. Im going to die here. Alone.