Blog Post #7

Dear Diary,

I am sorry to say that my husband has changed for the worst. He has succumbed to the evils of alcohol. (27) Before he started drinking he was kind and loving. He loved me and all of our animals. Especially this all black cat we had. It would follow him everywhere he went in the house, and it was hard for him to leave the house without him following. (26-27) One day he was returning home very intoxicated. He searched for the cat and found it. When he did he took his pocket knife out and cut its eye out. After that the cat avoided him. (27) Not too long after that he took and wrapped a noose around its neck and hung it from a tree. (27) That night our house caught on fire and for the first time he looked scared. But that quickly faded.  He had seen the cat and the noose on the wall that survived the fire. However, if faded because he rationalized it with someone throwing it in his window to scare him. (28) Not long after that he was on his way home and stumbled across this black cat that looked almost exactly like our Pluto did. (28) He let it follow him home but soon became annoyed with it because it took to me instead of him. He was about to hit it one night because it disturbed him, but I caught his hand and stopped him. This made him angry and he ended up murdering me with an ax to my head. He took me down the basement and put me behind the wall with the cat. (30) So you can see that alcohol has turned my husband into a horrid man.