You are not going to believe this story. But it is a true story, as true as I sit here writing it — as true as I will die in the morning. Yes, this story ends with my end, with my death comorrow. 1 have always been a kind and loving person - everyone will tell you this. They will aiso tell you that I have always loved animals more than anything. When 1 was a little boy, my family always had many different animals round the house. As 1 grew up, I spent most of my time with them, giving them their food and cleaning them I married when I was very young, and I was happy to find that my wife loved all of our animal friends as much as I did. She bought us the most beautiful animals. We had all sorts of birds, gold fish, a fine dog and a cat. The cat was a very large and beautiful animal. He was black, black all over, and very intelligent. He was so intelligent that my wife often laughed about what some people believe; some people believe that all black cats are evil, enemies in a cat's body Pluto - this was the cat's name - was my favourite. It was always I who gave him his food, and he followed me every-where. I often had to stop him from following me through the streets! For years, he and I lived happily together, the best of friends. But during those years I was slowly changing. It was that evil enemy of Man called Drink who was changing me. I was not the kind, loving person people knew before. I grew more and more selfish. I was often suddenly angry about unimportant things. I began to use bad language, most of all with my
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