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You are not going to believe this story. But it is a true story, as true
as I sit here writing it - as true as I will die in the morning. Yes, this
story ends with my end, with my death tomorrow. I have always
been a kind and loving person - everyone will tell you this. They will
also tell you that I have always loved animals more than anything.
When I was a little boy, my family always had many different
animals round the house. As I grew up, I spent most of my time with
them, giving them their food and cleaning them. I married when I
was very young, and I was happy to find that my wife loved all of our
animal friends as much as I did. She bought us the most beautiful
animals. We had all sorts of birds, gold fish, a fine dog and a cat.
The cat was a very large and beautiful animal. He was black, black
all over, and very intelligent. He was so intelligent that my wife often
laughed about what some people believe; some people believe that
all black cats are evil, enemies in a cat's body. Pluto - this was the
cat's name - was my favourite. It was always I who gave him his
food, and he followed me everywhere. I often had to stop him from
following me through the streets! For years, he and I lived happily
together, the best of friends. But during those years I was slowly
changing. It was that evil enemy of Man called Drink who was
changing me. I was not the kind, loving person people knew before.
I grew more and more selfish. I was often suddenly angry about
unimportant things. I began to use bad language, most of all with my
wife. I even hit her sometimes. And by that time, of course, I was
often doing horrible things to our animals. I hit all of them - but never
Pluto. But, my illness was getting worse - oh yes, drink is an illness!
Soon I began to hurt my dear Pluto too. I remember that night very
well. I came home late, full of drink again. I could not understand
why Pluto was not pleased to see me. The cat was staying away
from me. My Pluto did not want to come near me! I caught him and
picked him up, holding him strongly. He was afraid of me and bit my
hand. Suddenly, I was not myself any more. Someone else was in
my body: someone evil, and mad with drink! I took my knife from my
pocket, held the poor animal by his neck and cut out one of his eyes.
The next morning, my mind was full of pain and horror when I woke
up. I was deeply sorry. I could not understand how I could do such
an evil thing. But drink soon helped me to forget. Slowly the cat got
better. Soon he felt no more pain. There was now only an ugly dry
hole where the eye once was. He began to go round the house as
usual again. He never came near me now, of course, and he ran
away when I went too close. I knew he didn't love me any more. At
first I was sad. Then, slowly, I started to feel angry, and I did another
terrible thing…

2) Complete the chart with information from the story
CHARACTERS:

NARRATOR:


FEELINGS:

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