Seeking the full text of the short story Black Cat

The story I want to tell is extremely absurd and ordinary. I don't expect you to believe it. Even my heart doesn't believe these personal experiences. Isn't it crazy to expect others to believe? But I am not crazy at the moment, and I am really not dreaming. But tomorrow I will die, and I will say it today, so that my soul can rest in peace. I am eager to make these pure housework detailed, concise and uncritical. Because of these things, I was scared and tortured, and finally ruined my life. But I don't want to explain in detail. To me, these things are just horror, but to most people, they are nothing more than anecdotes and nothing to be afraid of. Perhaps, some people of insight in later generations will regard this nonsense as an ordinary trivial matter. Some people of insight are calmer, more organized and less flustered than me. In their view, the things I described in such fear and detail must be a series of ordinary things with their causes and consequences.

I have been known for my kindness and meekness since I was a child. At the beginning, my heart was too soft, and it became the laughing stock of children for a while. I like animals very much, so my parents indulge me and give me all kinds of small animals to play with. I spend most of my time playing with these little animals. Whenever I feed and touch them, I feel extremely happy. When I grew up, this addiction also developed, and it remained my main pleasure until I became an adult. Some people like loyal and intelligent dogs. For them, there is no need to waste your breath explaining that it is fun. If you often taste the feeling of ingratitude, you will certainly feel the self-sacrifice and selfless love of animals.

I got married a long time ago. Fortunately, my wife and I hit it off. She saw that I prefer raising poultry, and she would never let go if she had a chance to find something she liked. We have birds, goldfish, purebred dogs, rabbits, a little monkey and a cat.

This cat is big, beautiful, black and very smart. My wife is superstitious by nature. When she talks about the spirituality of this cat, she often involves the ancient legend that all black cats are witches. I'm not saying that my wife is serious about it. I only mentioned it here by accident.

This cat's name is Pluto, and it is my favorite thing and playmate. I feed it myself, and it follows me wherever I go in the house. Even if I go to the street, it will follow me, and I can't get rid of it no matter how hard I try.

My friendship with cats lasted for several years. In the past few years, I am sorry to say that my temper has completely deteriorated because I am addicted to alcohol. More and more moody every day, easily angry, no matter what others can't stand. I am willful and abuse my wife. Finally I punched and kicked her. Of course, my little animals also think that my temper has gone bad. Instead of taking care of them, I abused them. Those rabbits, monkeys and even dogs, out of intimacy, or happened to come to me, I always spoil them wantonly. It's just that I still have compassion for Pluto and can't bear to do it. I didn't expect my illness to get worse and worse-you thought there was nothing worse than drinking-and then Pluto was old and stubborn, so I just took it out on Pluto.

One night, I came home and got drunk in a bar I used to go to in the city. I thought the cat was avoiding me, so I grabbed it. Seeing my fierce face, it was frightened and couldn't help biting my hand, leaving teeth marks. I suddenly flew into a rage as if I were possessed. I got carried away for a moment. It turned out that the kind soul flew out of my body at once. It was so addicted to alcohol that it became more fierce than evil. I don't know where it came from. I took a knife out of my vest pocket, opened it, grabbed the poor beast's throat and gouged out its eyes with ulterior motives! When I wrote this bloody atrocity, I couldn't help blushing and trembling.

I slept all night and woke up with a hangover. When I got up the next morning, I regained my sanity and regretted my crime in the county. But this is only a faint and vague feeling at most. My soul is still untouched. I drank too much. Once I got drunk, I forgot all my actions.

At this time, the cat's injury gradually improved, and the eyes that were gouged out were really terrible. It doesn't seem to feel pain anymore. It walked around the house as usual, but as soon as I got near it, it ran away as expected. After all, my conscience is still alive, so I am sad to see that the beast who loved me so much hated me so much. But this sad feeling suddenly turned into anger. Then the evil thought came back, and finally I got out of hand. Philosophically, this evil thought has not been taken seriously. However, I firmly believe that this evil thought is an impulse of human instinct, a minimum primitive function, or emotion, and human character is determined by it. Who hasn't done many bad things or stupid things unintentionally? And when you do it for no reason, you know you can't do it and you have to do it. Even if we know that it is illegal to do so, won't we still have the evil thoughts of desperately trying to break the law regardless of the consequences we see? Alas, it was this evil thought that finally ruined my life. It is out of this unfathomable desire in my heart, eager to ask for trouble, contrary to my nature, to do evil for the sake of doing evil, that I actually continued to do evil to that innocent beast and finally killed it. One morning, I was cruel, tied the cat's neck with a lasso, hung it on a branch, and regretted it with tears, and hanged the cat. I made this decision because I knew that the cat loved me, because I didn't think that the cat offended me, because I knew that it was a sin-a sin that deserved to go to hell, so great that my eternal soul could never be reborn. If possible, even a kind and respectable God can't forgive my sin.

On the night when I was doing this extraordinary activity, I suddenly heard a cry of fire in my sleep and woke up immediately. The curtains on the bed are on fire. The whole house was on fire, and my wife and a servant and I managed to escape from the fire. The fire burned thoroughly. All my possessions went up in smoke, and from then on, I simply lost all hope.

I'm not that weak. I'll find a causal relationship between my crime and this fire. But I still want to tell you the whole story in detail, hoping not to leave any links. The day after the fire, I went to mourn the ruins. All the walls collapsed except one. At first glance, it turned out to be a wall, but it was not very thick. Right in the middle of the room, my bedside is close to this wall. The plaster on the wall greatly blocked the fire, which I regard as the result of recent painting. Many people gathered in front of the wall. It seems that many people are looking at the wall very seriously and intently. I can only hear people shouting "strange" and so on. I couldn't help but feel curious, so I took a closer look and saw a bas-relief on the white wall, which turned out to be a huge cat. The cat is perfectly carved and has a lasso around its neck.

As soon as I saw this monster, I thought I was a ghost and was frightened. But on second thought, I finally felt relieved. I remember the cat hanging in the garden next to the house. The garden was crowded with people when the fire broke out. Someone must have put the cat down from the tree and threw it into my bedroom through the open window. He may have done it to wake me up. Several other walls fell down, just pressing the cat I killed on the newly painted plaster wall. The lime between the walls and the ammonia gas and remains emitted by the fire played a certain role, and the embossed image I just saw appeared on the wall.

This thrilling fact that has just been explained in detail is common in theory, even if it cannot be justified in conscience, but it will always leave a deep impression in my mind. I can't get rid of the illusion of cats for months. At this time, I have a vague emotion in my heart, not regret but regret. I even regretted killing the cat, so I searched everywhere for a black cat with a similar appearance to fill the inferior places I frequented.

One night, I was drunk and sat in an inferior wine cellar. Suddenly, I noticed a vat containing gin or rum, which was the main item in the house. There is a mass of black stuff on the bucket. I stared at the vat for a long time, and it's strange that I didn't see it earlier. I approached it and touched it with my hand. It turned out to be a black cat. It's very big, exactly the same size as Pluto. Except for one place, all other places are similar. Bruto doesn't have a white hair all over his body. The cat's chest is covered with white spots, but it's just blurred.

As soon as I touched it, it immediately jumped up and purred against my hand, indicating that it appreciated my attention and was very happy. This cat is just what I dream of. I asked the shopkeeper to buy it on the spot. The shopkeeper didn't know the origin of the cat at all, and he didn't want it.

I continued to caress the cat and was about to leave for home when the cat showed signs of coming with me. I let it follow, and I often bend down to touch it while walking. As soon as the cat arrived at my house, it was very good and won his wife's heart at once.

As for me, I soon became disgusted with the cat. This is beyond my expectation. I don't know what it is or what it is. Its attachment to me is so obvious that I hate it and get angry when I see it. Gradually, these emotions become disgusting. I tried to avoid the cat. It was because of my shame that I dared not bully it, because I remembered the cruelty I had committed earlier. I haven't played for weeks, and I haven't been brutally abused. But as time went on, I became more and more disgusted with cats. As soon as I saw its ugly face, I slipped away like a plague.

Needless to say, the reason why I hate this beast more is that when I brought it home the next morning, I saw it like Pluto, and my eyes were gouged out. However, my wife likes this situation even more. As I said above, my wife is a compassionate person. I used to have this excellent virtue, which once made me feel pure fun.

Although I hate this cat, it has more and more feelings for me. It never leaves me, which is really hard for readers to understand. As soon as I sit down, it will squat at the foot of my chair, or jump on my lap and coquetry everywhere on me. It's really annoying As soon as I stood up and walked, it wrapped around my feet and almost tripped me; If you don't, hook my clothes with long, sharp claws and climb up my chest. Although I wish I could kill it with one punch, at this time, I still dare not do it, on the one hand, because I remembered my earlier sins, and the main reason is-let me explain-I am very afraid of this beast.

This layer is not afraid of suffering, but it is hard to say clearly. I'm ashamed to admit it-well, even now I'm on death row, I'm ashamed to admit my fear of this cat, which is even worse because of the imaginable pure illusion. My wife has drawn my attention to this white hair spot more than once. I'm sure you will remember that I mentioned above that the only obvious difference between this strange cat and the cat I killed is this spot. I'm sure you'll remember what I said. Although this spot is large, the result is vague, but it gradually and unconsciously becomes obvious and finally has a clear outline. For a long time, my reason refused to admit it and tried to treat it as an illusion. At this time, the spot has become something, and I can't help but be afraid to mention the name of this thing. Because of this, I am particularly disgusted and afraid of this monster. If I had the courage, I would kill it. I said, this thing is a terrible illusion, an illusion of a terrible thing-a gallows! Oh, what a sad and terrible instrument of torture! This is a terrible torture device, a real torture device! This is a torture device that makes people suffer, and it is a torture device that makes people unable to pass!

At this time, I really fell to the point of bad luck. I killed an irrational animal as if nothing had happened. Its kind, an irrational beast, has brought so many unbearable disasters to me, a man created in the image of God! Oh, dear! No matter day or night, I will never be at peace again! During the day, this beast won't leave my wife alone for a moment; At night, I always wake up from a nightmare that I can't tell you how terrible it is. The first thing I see is always this thing blowing hot air on my face. I always hold this terrible thing in my heart and I can't get rid of this particular nightmare!

I have suffered so much that I have lost what little kindness I have left in my heart. Evil thoughts have become my only inner activity, and turning around is extremely despicable and dirty evil thoughts. I've always been moody, but now I hate everything and everyone. I indulge myself blindly, and I often get angry suddenly and can't control it. Oh, dear! A wife who doesn't complain is the one who often suffers.

As our family is poor, we have to live in the old house. One day, in order to do some housework, she accompanied me to the cellar of this old house. The cat followed me down the steep steps, which almost knocked me down and drove me crazy. I swung my axe, and in my anger, I forgot that I still had a childlike fear of the cat. I aimed at the cat and cut it down. If I really cut it as I wish, it goes without saying that the cat will die on the spot. Who knows, my wife reached out and grabbed me. I was angry at that time. When I told her to stop, I flew into a rage. I took the opportunity to break my arm and cut an axe at her skull. Poor her. She died on the spot without a snort.

After I finished this heinous murder, I just thought it over and hid the body. I know that if I want to move the body out, my neighbors will inevitably bump into me, day or night, and I have come up with many plans. Later, I wanted to chop the body into small pieces and burn it, so that I could destroy it. I'll go to the well in the yard later. It is also planned to pack the body as goods and hire porters to move out as usual. Finally, I suddenly thought of a thought-provoking plan. I made up my mind to build the body into the wall of the cellar. According to legend, this is how medieval monks built martyrs into the wall.

This cellar pie is really suitable for this purpose. The wall structure is very loose and has just been completely refreshed with coarse plaster, because the cellar is wet and the plaster is not dry yet. Moreover, because of a fake fireplace, a wall was built, which has been filled in, just like other places in the cellar. I can easily dig out the bricks in this place, stuff the body in, and completely build the wall as usual so that no one can see the flaws.

This idea is really good. I pried open the brick wall with a crowbar at once, then carefully leaned my body against the wall inside so as not to fall down, and then laid the wall as it was without any effort. I got lime, yellow sand and loose wool, and made all the preparations, so I mixed a new mortar that was inseparable from the old mortar and carefully applied it to the newly built brick wall. After that, I was relieved to see that everything was going well. There is no trace of soil on this wall at all. The garbage that fell to the ground has also been carefully cleaned up. I gloated and looked around, but I couldn't help saying to myself, "It's not in vain now!"

Next, I will look for the curse that brought me so many disasters; I finally made up my mind. Unexpectedly, just when I flew into a rage, the ghost got a genial smile and slipped away. Now in front of my fire, I naturally dare not show my face. The nasty beast finally left. I finally put down the big stone that weighed on my heart. This deep joy is really indescribable and unimaginable. At night, the cat didn't show up, so since the cat came to my house, at least my wife finally had a good night's sleep. Alas, I fell asleep despite the heavy burden of killing people.

After the second day and the third day, the tortured cat hasn't come yet. I am breathing like a free man again. This ghost cat ran away from home in fright and never came back! Out of sight is clean, not to mention how much fun it is! Although I have committed a heinous crime, I have nothing to worry about. The government came to investigate several times, and I sent them away in a few words. I even came to copy my home once, but of course I couldn't find any clues. I think the future is safe and reliable.

On the fourth day after my wife was killed, unexpectedly, a group of policemen rushed into the room and began a thorough search. But I thought the hiding place was hidden, and they would never think of it, so I didn't feel flustered at all. The police asked me to search with them. They never let go of any corner. After the third and fourth searches, they finally walked down the cellar. I am calm and unmoved. I have done nothing wrong in my life, and it is not surprising to knock at the door in the middle of the night. My heart is so calm. I walked from one end to the other in the cellar. He walked around casually with his arms on his chest. The police are completely relieved and ready to leave. I am in high spirits and overjoyed. To show my pride, I can't wait to speak, even if I say a word, to reassure them that I am innocent.

As soon as these people walked up the stairs, I finally spoke. "Gentlemen, thank you for taking off my suspicion, I am very grateful. I salute you and hope you can take care of me. Gentlemen, by the way, the structure of this house is sound. " At that time, my brain was dizzy and I was still talking nonsense. I don't even know what I said. "The structure of this house can be said to be excellent. These walls-gentlemen, do you want to go? -These walls are built very firmly. " Speaking of which, I lost my head for a moment, so I made a gesture. I actually picked up a stick in my hand and banged on the brick wall where my beloved wife's body stood.

Oh, please bless me and save me from the devil's mouth! Before the reverberation of knocking on the wall quieted down, I heard a voice in the tomb! -a cry, head jar voice jar spirit at first, intermittent, like a child sobbing, and then suddenly turned into a continuous loud whistling, unusually loud and terrible-this is a cry-a cry, half like terror, half like pride, only the ghosts who fell into hell screamed in pain, and the ghosts cheered when they saw that they were punished by God, which is no different from this sound.

Said my thoughts at that time were ridiculous. I stumbled to the wall in a daze. The policeman on the steps froze with fear. After a while, I saw a dozen stout arms busy tearing down the wall. The whole wall fell down. The body is rotting, covered with blood clots, standing straight in front of everyone. The terrible beast sat on the head of the corpse, with his mouth open and one eye on fire. It tricked me into killing my wife, and now it asks the police to take me to the executioner. So I built this monster into the tomb wall!