Creative Dodo

The Black Cat

My mistress was a very good natured, kind hearted woman. Unlike her cruel husband. She would allow me to share the most excellent foods with her, and from her plate too! These foods would include cold cuts of meat and all sorts of cheeses. I used to enjoy these immensely. It is very unfortunate for me that she is now dead, cold in her grave, and her evil husband is awaiting his sentence in court.
I would like to tell you, my dear kittens, the tragic tale that unfolded in that ghastly house. The day that the murder took place, I had urinated, on purpose mind you, into The Devils pipe. This sparked his fury. He trudged, pinched-faced into the shed and came back into the house with an axe. He had demons coming out of his eyes. At that moment i had been in the kitchen, lapping away at some milk that my wonderful mistress and placed out for me. I had been feeling a sense of triumph and accomplishment after what I had done with the bastards pipe. My milk trophy, and the great deal of petting and stroking i was receiving from my mistress proved my position; I was a winner.
Then all hell broke loose.
The 'mental thing' charged into the kitchen with the axe flailing overhead, heading for me, aiming to chop me in half. My mistress tried to obstruct the blow from landing on me, ended up receiving the axe in her own beloved head.
What came next i cannot be sure of, since i was in great shock, and can only remember hearing my own screeches bouncing off the walls in some dark, airless hell-hole.
I only remember that in my fear, i hid myself in my mistresses coat that she had been wearing to fend off the blistering winter cold. I guess that when the demon was attempting to rid himself of his wife's corpse, he hadn't known that I had hid myself between her clothes, and thus he buried us together in that tomb in the wall.
I rememeber also the feeling of tightness in the pitch dark. I was trapped and could hardly move or breathe. I cant recall how long i was in there. I only remember the sense of impending doom, that i would die there and no-one would know what had happened to me, or mourn for my poor soul! And suddenly, like an angel fallen down from heaven just to rescue me, there was a gentle tap against the wall. At the time, this gentle tap sounded like the roar of life. It deafened me. I gave the most blood-curdling scream that i could conjour. As if by magic, the wall that had emprisoned me was eaten away, ever so slowly, by the hands of my saviours... the police!
Once again i was triumphant over that evil, wretched man. I had let the police in on his vicious secret! I have proved that the saying 'he who laughs last, laughs hardest' does ring true! And i am the living proof of this!