My story is told from the point of view of a man about to be put to death. He explains how he is a very kind and kind-hearted person. He takes great pleasure in showing affection to other people and animals, so much so that his friends tease him about it. He calls this affection his “distinctive trait.” He met his wife at a young age and they married at a young age. She was also a kind-hearted person, so naturally they had many pets. They had a monkey, a dog, fish, birds and a very large black cat. The narrator especially liked the cat. Pluto (the cat) was intelligent. Pluto took a liking to the narrator, probably due to the fact that he was the only one who cared about it. The narrator, a poor soul, was inclined to take a drink every now and then to ease his troubled mind (just like the author of this story (Edgar Allan Poe), perhaps a coincidence?) and naturally his temper worsened a bit'. In short, the narrator began to mistreat his pets, then he began to beat them, then the narrator began to mistreat his wife and beat her too. Pluto was (because he was the narrator's best friend) spared for a while. Sensing the narrator's recent moods and witnessing the abuse of the other animals in the house, Pluto decided to avoid his owner one night after spending a particularly long night at home. the local bar. The narrator doesn't like this very much and attacks Pluto as an attention-deprived girl who has reached her breaking point. Pluto, unable to do anything else and probably relying on instinct alone, sinks his teeth into his master's flesh. The narrator compares what happens next to a demon that possesses him. In uncontrollable fury, he takes out a pocketknife and cuts Pluto's eye... into the middle of the paper... his wife's body in the opening, then puts the wall back where it was. He no longer sees the cat after rebuilding the wall. After a few days the police come out and search every corner of the house. As they are about to leave, the narrator feels so proud of himself for getting away with his crime that he brags about how solid the walls are. He touches the exact spot where his wife is buried and suddenly the wall begins to emit a high-pitched, inhuman wail. The police (probably thinking the wife was in there) tear down the wall to find not only the cat, but also the narrator's intelligent wife lying peacefully in her eternal sleep. Works Cited Poe, Edgar Allan. "The black cat." Online literature. Jalic Inc., n.d. Web. 9 December 2013. "Biography of Edgar Allan Poe." Poestories.com. Design 215 Inc., ndWeb. December 7. 2013. .