I was quite a loveable man. I loved the animals, they loved me back. I wasn't rather fond of other people and usually kept to myself, but one lovely day I found a wife that suited me well. We had all sorts of animals, but my favorite was this one beautiful back cat. I loved it more than anything in the world. Over time I fell to drink. I was ill-minded and abused the animals, but never that cat. However. One day, after much intoxication, I hung the black cat. After I had regained my thought I was filled with sorrow and grief. I retained to tell my wife and just told her that my beloved cat had run away.

After a while I had found another cat that looked exactly like my old cat, except this one had a small white dot around it's neck. I immediatly took it home to care for it. Days, weeks, months pass and something bothers me about my new cat. It fills me with guilt and one day in the basement I'm about to kill it with an ax when my wife stops me. My brain overtaken, I swing the ax at her and end her life right then. Immediatly I hide her body in what was going to be a chimmeny but was never finished. 

A day later cops arrive, saying they got a call from the neighbors who have apparantly heard a scream. I knew for a fact the cops would never find the body and let them investigate every nook and cranny this house had. I led them down the basement and told them about how well the house was built and knocked on the wall in which I had hidden the corpse of my wife. A freakish scream came from withen. It was not normal. It was not human. I immediatly dug up the bricks with the nearest utinsel. Once I had finally got it open I see my wife's half rotted corpse, and up on her shoulder sits the cat.

I had walled up my cat in with her. The cops, who were about to leave look at me astonished and I realize what had bothered me so about my new cat. The white dot around it's neck had grown to circle it's whole neck. Like where I had hung the old one.