When I was young, I absolutely loved animals; their accompany, and their love was just very meaningful to me.
When my wife and I married, both of us loved pets very much, so we had birds, goldfish, rabbits, cats, dogs, and monkeys to accompany us. Whenever I came home from errands they were bundles of love and joy to cheer me up and to help me keep going.
Sadly, I got into too much alcohol, which lead to major anger issues. Now I wish I never had done so.
The police then started to take apart the brick wall.
isn't this wall just perfect?
did I just hear a cat?
My cat who was "neglecting" me to be with my wife instead got its eye gouged out by my knife because of what it had done to me mentally. I even ended up hanging the stupid thing! Before we knew it, the next day lead into our house fully burning to the ground leaving only one wall, with the shadow of the cat hanging from the noose.
when I was walking back from the bar a few days later, I discovered a new, very friendly cat. He had one missing eye, and a noose shape on his belly. I brought him into our home, but he wouldn't stop laying on top of me. So, I took my axe, and just before I struck the cat, my wife came over to stop me. I was so angry that I ended up stabbing her instead of the cat.
I then buried her in the brick wall, knowing no one would ever find she would be in there. Just as I finished, I heard a knock on the door:the police. They wanted to check my house because they heard I killed a cat. Everything was going fine until I made a witty comment about how the wall was perfect, and then a meow came from the same wall. the officer started to take down the wall, and ended up seeing the corpse of my wife being eaten, by that stupid cat. THE END.