As a child, he had a natural goodness of the soul that led him to love animals, all kinds of animals, but especially animals that we call pets.
I love animals
He started drinking a lot of wine and other strong drinks. As the days passed, he became less loving.
What about my beer?
The cat, tried to stay away from it, to avoid it. This action, made by an animal who thought he still loved me, made him angry beyond reason.
Why do you hate me?
His soul seemed to fly from his body. I pull a little knife out of his coat and open it. Then I take the poor animal by the neck and with a quick movement short one of his eyes full of fear.
! Damn cat!
One day, in cold blood, I tie a strong rope to the cat's neck and, taking it to the basement under the house, hung it from one of the wooden beams over my head. That very night I jumped from his bed and discovered that the whole house was full of fire.
The months passed and he could not get away from his mind the idea of the cat