my hand with his teeth. The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame. I took from my waistcoat pocket a pen-knife, opened it, grasped the poor beast by the throat, and deliberately cut one of its eyes from the socket! I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity.
Ah, this had frightened me a bit, I feel so sorry for pluto Mostly all black cats remind me of my own that passed in march. 4 months prior to his birthday, his name was Yin I never had a Yang sadly and I wish I had because cats with silky pure white fur are beautiful.