Our friendship lasted, in this manner, for several years, during which, however, my own character became greatly changed. It was even with difficulty that I stopped it from following me through the streets. I alone fed it, and it followed me all around the house. I named the cat Pluto, and it was the pet I liked best. The cat was a beautiful animal, of unusually large size, and entirely black. We had birds, some goldfish, a fine dog, and a cat. Quickly she got for us several pets of the most likeable kind. You will understand the joy I felt to find that my wife shared with me my love for animals. 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. 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 animals we call pets, animals which have learned to live with men and share their homes with them. Tomorrow I die, and today I want to tell the world what happened and thus perhaps free my soul from the horrible weight which lies upon it.īut listen! Listen, and you shall hear how I have been destroyed. The story was originally adapted and recorded by the U.S. We present the short story "The Black Cat," by Edgar Allen Poe.
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