Normas

Man: but the problem is that the cat loves me and i hate him, and every time I walk away, he loves me more.
Wife: I love this animal like my life so you cannot do anything to the cat, I alwaysprotect the cat.
Man: one day she accompanied me, upon some household errand, into the cellar of the old building which our poverty compelled us to inhabit. The cat followed me down the steep stairs, andnearly throwing me headlong, exasperated me to madness. Uplifting an axe and, and forgetting in my wrath the childish dread which had hitherto stayed my hand, I aimed a blow at the animal which wouldhave proved instantly fatal had it descended as wished. But this blow was arrested by the hand of my wife. Goaded by the interference into a rage more than demoniacal, my drew with me, my arm from hergasped and buried the axe in her brain. She felt dead upon the spot without a groan. I hid her body in a hole, back to the wall after I fixed that. That looked perfect. One day the police came to myhouse and they discovered the crime, they were looking for my wife in the basement and because of the second cat and me they found out my wife, I was there.
Police: so they finished with his story,he stood up of the chair and did appeared a black cat in the window of the jail then I remembered thatwas the house’s cat and the story’s house because he had a white patch on its chest so I leavedthe jail and I heard a sound in that moment.
That was a shout of pain and hate and the police thought that something had happened but also thought she did not want to know any more about the man andshe kept going.
In the jail only you could see blood, that men was died but he had killed to the others prisoners and the police of the place. In that place only sound a cat.
Cat: (meow) you are ademon you have to pay for your sins.
Wife: I love you but this is the moment that all the people of this jail paid for their sins.
Police: I walked of the jail until the house when I arrived I felt...