Tomorrow I die.

Tomorrow I die.

And today I want to tell the world what happened thus perhaps free my soul from the horrible weight which lies upon it.

But listen, listen.

And you shall hear how I have been destroyed.

When I was a child, I had a natural goodness of soul which led me to love animals, all kinds of animals.

But especially those hand moves week or pets.

Animals would have learned to live with men and share their homes with them.

There is something in the love of these animals which speaks directly to the heart of the man who has learned from experience how uncertain and changeable is the love of other men.

And I was quite young when I met it.

You would understand the joy I felt to find that my wife shared with me my love for animals.

Quickly, she got for a several pats of the most likable kind.

We had birds, some goldfish.

Ah, fine dog and a cat.

The cat was a beautiful animal of unusually large size and entirely black.

And I named the cat Fluto and it was the pet I liked best.

I alone fed it and it followed me all around the house.

It was even with difficulty that I stopped it from following me through the streets.

Our friendship lasted in this manner for several years.

Your language, however, my own character became greatly changed.

I began to drink too much wine and other strong drinks.

As the days passed, I became less loving.

In my manor, I became quick to anger.

I forgot how to smile.

Laugh My wife as my pets to all except the cat were made to feel the change in my character.

One night I came home quite late from the inn where I now spent more and more time drinking.

Walking with uncertain step, I made my way with effort into the house.

As I ended, I saw or thought I saw that blue toe.

The cat was trying to stay out of my way to avoid me.

These action by an animal which I had thought still loved me, made me angry beyond reason.

I so seemed to fly for my body.

I took a small knife out of my coat and opened it.

Then I took the poor animal by the neck and with one quick movement, I cut out one of its fear fueled eyes.

Slowly the cat.

God.

Well, the whole where it I had bean was not a pretty thing to look at.

True, but the cat no longer appeared to suffer.

Any pain has might be expected out of Ah, it ran from me in fear.

Whenever I came here, Why should it not run?

Yeah, this did not fail to anger me.

I felt growing inside myself.

A new feeling who has not 100 times found himself doing wrong some evil thing for no other reason than because he knows you should not are not we humans at all times pushed, ever driven in some unknown way to break the law Just because we understand it to be the law Wonder in cold blood I tied a strong rope around the cat's neck and taking it down to the cellar under the house.

I hung it from one of the wood beams above my head.

I hung it there until it was dead.

I hung it there with tears in my eyes.

I hung it there because I knew it had loved me because I felt it had given me no reason to hurt it because I knew that my doing so was a wrong, so great a sin so deadly that it would place my so roof forever outside the reach, the love of God.

That same night, as I lay sleeping, I heard through my open window the cries of our neighbors.

I jumped from my bed and found that the entire house was filled with fire.

It was only with great difficulty that my wife and I escaped.

And when we were out of the house, all we could do was stand and watch it burn to the ground.

I thought of the cat as I watched it burn the cat whose dead body I had left hanging in the cellar.

It seemed almost that the cat had in some mysterious way, cause the house to burn so that it could make me pay for my evil act so that it could take revenge.

Upon May, months went by and I could not drive the thought of the cat out of my mind.

One night I sat in the in drinking as usual in the corner, I saw a dark object that I had not seen before.

I went over to see what it could be.

Itwas a cat, a cat almost exactly like Bruto.

I touched it with my hand and petted it, passing my hand softly along its back.

The cat rose and pushed its back against my hand.

Suddenly I realized that I want the cat.

I offered to buy it from the innkeeper, but he claimed he had never seen the animal before.

As I left the in, it followed me and I allowed it to do so.

It soon became a pet of both my wife and myself.

The morning after I brought it home, however, I discovered that this cat like blue toe I had only one eye.

How is it possible that I have not noticed this the night before?

This fact only made my wife love the cat even more.

But I myself found a feeling of dislike growing in me.

My growing dislike of the animal only seemed to increase its love for me.

It followed me, followed me everywhere.

Always when I sat it lay down under my chair When I stood up, it got between my feet and nearly made me fall Wherever I went.

It was always there at night, I dreamed of it and I began to hate that cat.

One day my wife called to me from the seller of the old building where we were now forced to live.

As I went down the stairs.

The cat following me is always ran under my feet and nearly threw me doubt.

In sudden anger.

I took a knife and struck wildly at the cat.

Quickly, my wife put out her hand and stopped my arm.

This only increased by anger and without thinking.

I turned and put the knife's point deep into our heart, and she fell to the floor and died without a sound.

I spent a few moments looking for the cat, but it was gone and I had other things to do What I knew.

I must do something with the body and quickly.

Suddenly, I noted a place in the wall of the cellar where stones have been added to the wall to cover an old fireplace which was no longer wanted.

The walls were not very strongly built, and I found I could easily take down those tones behind them.

There.

Waas.

As I knew there must be Oh, just big enough to hold the body with much effort.

I put the body in and carefully put the stones back in their place.

I was pleased to see that it was quite impossible for anyone to know that a single stone had been moved.

Days passed.

Still, there was no cat.

A few people came and asked about my wife.

But I answered them easily.

Ned.

One day, several officers of the police cape certain that they would find nothing.

I asked them in and went with them as they searched.

Finally, they searched the seller from end to end.

I watched them quietly, and as I expected, they noticed nothing.

But as they started up the stairs again, I felt myself driven by some unknown inner force to let them know to make them.

No, that I had won the battle.

The walls of this building.

Ah, very strongly built.

It is a fine old house.

And as I spoke, I struck with my stick, the very place in the wall behind which was the body of my wife.

Immediately, I felt cold feeling up and down my back as we heard coming out of the wall itself.

Ah, horrible cry.

For one short moment, the officers stood looking at each other.

Then quickly, they began to picket the stones.

And in a short time they saw before them the body of my wife, black with dried blood and smelling of decay on the bodies head.

It's one I filled with fire.

It's wide open mouth, the color of blood.

Sat cat crying out, three bed.