Then I took the poor animal by the neck and with one quick movement I cut out one of its fear-filled eyes! For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. I am almost ashamed to own - yes, even in this felon's cell, I am almost ashamed to own - that the terror and horror with which the animal inspired me, had been heightened by one of the merest chimeras it would be possible to conceive. And in this calculation I was not deceived. For a purpose such as this the cellar was well adapted. I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity. Ignored for certain now by the wounded cat, the narrator soon seeks further retaliation. Interestingly, Pluto was the narrator's favorite animal and for several years, there was a very special relationship between the animal and the narrator.
The wall did not present the slightest appearance of having been disturbed. He laid the mortar and sealed her up making the new brickwork indistinguishable from the old. He turned on her instead and drove the axe into her brain causing her to die immediately. I walked the cellar from end to end. The rubbish on the floor was picked up with the minutest care. But I am detai I i ng a chai n of facts — and wish not to leave even a possible link imperfect. The cat was a beautiful animal, of unusually large size, and entirely black.
Months went by, and I could not drive the thought of the cat out of my mind. One night at a bar, he noticed a cat sitting on a barrel of alcohol. Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart - one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. As I entered I saw — or thought I saw — that Pluto, the cat, was trying to stay out of my way, to avoid me. The guilt of my dark deed disturbed me but little. And a brute beast — whose fel low I had contemptuously destroyed —a brute beast to work out for me — for me a man, fashi oned i n the i mage of the High God —so much of insufferable wo! The cat, I remembered, had been hung in a garden adjacent to the house.
A crowd of people appeared to be looking at it. The narrator grabbed an axe which lay nearby and lifted it to drive it into the cat's head when his wife stopped the handle. When he tries to seize it, the panicked cat bites the narrator, and in a fit of drunken rage, he seizes the animal, pulls a from his pocket, and deliberately gouges out the cat's eye. He is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction. Some few inquiries had been made, but these had been readily answered. I continued my caresses, and, when I prepared to go home, the animal evinced a disposition to accompany me. Yet, mad am I not - and very surely do I not dream.
The next day, the narrator returns to the ruins of his home to find, imprinted on the single wall that survived the fire, the apparition of a gigantic cat, with a rope around the animal's neck. Of my own thoughts it is folly to speak. Our friendship lasted, in this manner, for several years, during which my general temperament and character - through the instrumentality of the Fiend Intemperance - had I blush to confess it experienced a radical alteration for the worse. Of my own thoughts it is folly to speak. With these I spent most of my time, and never was so happy as when feeding and caressing them.
For a purpose such as this the cellar was well adapted. Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart — one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. He was never as happy as when he was feeding or petting his pets. He decided to wall it up in the cellar. For months I could not rid myself of the phantasm of the cat; and, during this period, there came back into my spirit a half-sentiment that seemed, but was not, remorse. By means of a crowbar I easily dislodged the bricks, and having carefully deposited the body against the inner wall, I propped it in that position, while with little trouble I relaid the whole structure as it originally stood. I knew myself no longer.
To those who have cherished an affection for a faithful and sagacious dog, I need hardly be at the trouble of explaining the nature or the intensity of the gratification thus derivable. I not only neglected but ill-used them. It did not make its appearance during the night - and thus for one night at least, since its introduction into the house, I soundly and tranquilly slept; aye, slept even with the burden of murder upon my soul! I am almost ashamed to own—yes, even in this felon's cell, I am almost ashamed to own—that the terror and horror with which the animal inspired me had been heightened by one of the merest chimeras it would be possible to conceive. This fact only made my wife love the cat more. I seized him, when, in his fright at my violence, he inflicted a slight wound upon my hand with his teeth. The hallucinations of the narrator related to his black cat throw him into the most extreme passionate and murderous rages. This cat is especially fond of the narrator and vice versa.
The glee at my heart was too strong to be restrained. I knew that I could not remove it from the house, either by day or by night, without the risk of being observed by the neighbours. He decided he must hide her body, so he considered his options. In speaking of his intelligence, my wife, who at heart was not a little tinctured with superstition, made frequent allusion to the ancient popular notion, which regarded all black cats as witches in disguise. It was now the representation of an object that I shudder to name — and for this, above all, I loathed, and dreaded, and would have rid myself of the monster had I dared — it was now, I say, the i mage of a hideous — of a ghastly thing — of the Gallows! Once again I breathed as a freeman. I began to drink too much wine and other strong drinks. The cat, I remembered, had been hung in a garden adjacent to the house.