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Saturday 3 July 2010

The Black Cat (Narrative Text)


The Black Cat

I don’t expect you to believe the story I’m about to tell you. But in order to die peacefully, I must tell my story.
My wife and I loved pets. One of my wife’s favorite pets was Pluto, a cat. Pluto was a very clever black cat.
One day I came home very drunk. I was in a very bad temper. For some reasons, Pluto made me angry. In a rage I seized the cat, took a small knife out of my pocket and cut its throat and took one of its eyes out! Then I hung the poor creature unit until it was dead.
The next morning, I woke up and remembered what I had done and I felt very sorry, I buried my memory in a drink.
One night my house was burning. There was suddenly nothing left, but a strange thing happened. I found in my bedroom wall the shape of a huge cat with one eye and a rope around its neck. I was terrified and could not forget such a horrible sight.
I regretted and felt sorry for Pluto so I bought another cat to take Pluto’s place. This cat had a white patch on its chest.
I soon began to dislike the cat because it often stared at me with a strange and hatred look. It terrified me very much.
One day my wife and I went to the cellar. I was getting drunk at the time. The cat followed us. It got between my feet and nearly made me trip down the stairs. I was carrying an axe in my hand. I was so angry that I raised my axe wanting to kill the poor animal when my wife prevented me from doing so. My rage soon directed the axe at her. She fell dead at my feet.
Then I dug a grave to hide her body inside the cellar wall. I looked for the cat because I decided to kill it too, but I couldn’t find it anywhere.
The fourth day after the death of my wife, the police came to my house because of my neighbor’ suspicion. The police searched the house and found nothing. I was so glad that I said, “Gentlemen, this is a well-built house. Look at this wall.” I lifted a stick and beat the wall in which I had buried my wife.
As soon as I had done that, a voice cried out from behind that wall. The sound was like a crying child but was not human.

           The police were suspicious and they tore the wall down. The body of my wife was visible and sitting in front of her dead body was Pluto, the cat that I had caused me to be hanged for murdering my wife.

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