The man I married was tender at heart and was particularly fond of animals. When he was a child, he was pampered with many different pets, and was at his happiest when feeding and taking care of them. However, his affection for animals grew as he got older and I noticed it. We acquired birds, gold fish, a nice dog, rabbits, a small monkey, and a cat named Pluto. Pluto was a beautiful, large, black cat and was my husband’s favorite pet and playmate.
He would follow his only caretaker around the house and would even follow him out into the streets if he was allowed. Their friendship had last a few years, until he unfortunately became an alcoholic. Day by day, he grew more moody, irritable, and more regardless of others feelings. He began using vulgar language towards me and even started mistreating me. He even neglected his beloved pets when they got in his way. Pluto, however, was an exception because my husband tried his best to restrain himself from ill-treating him. Nevertheless, eventually poor Pluto also began to feel his wrath.
In the middle of one night, I had awoken and made my way out of our bedroom after noticing that my husband was still not home. I looked out the front window and saw him walking unsteadily in the direction of the house and our black cat making his way towards the drunken man. Suddenly, I witnessed him violently snatching Pluto and the frightened cat accidently biting his hand. In horror, I watched as my once-loving husband became possessed by anger. With malice showing in his eyes, he grabbed the unfortunate pet by the throat and pulled out his pocket knife.
In the poem “My Ex-Husband” by Gabriel Spera the main character displays hate for her husband, which in time reveals her love for him. The hateful tone in the poem contributes to the fact that she dislikes her husband, but at the same time she is stuck in the past, which keeps her from moving on. The first two lines of the poem introduce us to the a picture of her ex husband: “Thats my ex-husband ...
My hand rose to my mouth in fear and I gasped as the ill-fated cat had one of his eyes cut from his socket. With tears threatening to spill down my face, I hurriedly made my way back to the bedroom and feigned sleep. The last thing I wanted was to experience the other side of my husband’s rage. My thoughts prevented me from real sleep as I thought about how much the man that is currently unconscious on the couch has changed, considering everything that is now on his conscience. As expected, the cat slowly healed, but now the creature was petrified when my husband went anywhere near him. One morning, while making my way home rom the market, I noticed something hanging from the tree in front of our home.
As I got closer, realization struck me and the groceries dropped out of my hands and on to the dirt path. There was Pluto hanging from a noose from a branch on the tree. I was frozen for what seemed to be hours, but were merely minutes, before I gathered myself and made my way into my house. Terrified by the cold blooded murder my husband committed, I decided not to say a word to him about anything. That very same night, I was awoken by my husband and looked around to find a fire blazing in every direction.
As we were struggling to get out of our room, I saw a small black figure in the corner of my eye, later concluding that it was our precious cat that was thrown through the window by someone attempting to wake us. With much difficulty, my husband and I, along with our servant, escaped the flaming house, which would soon be in ruins. One day, as I was preparing dinner, my husband came home with a content face. That is when I noticed the large black cat purring and rubbing against his legs. My mood suddenly uplifted and I bent down to pet and caress it. This new pet automatically made itself at home, and it greatly reminded me of Pluto.
It was almost as big as him and closely resembled him, except for a patch of white nearly covering its entire breast. Unfortunately, like Pluto, it also was deprived of an eye, and that made me fonder of it. It was very affectionate of my husband, and it seemed to bring back a bit of happiness into the household. The beautiful cat followed the same habits as Pluto had, including following its founder around. However, after a while I noticed my husband growing annoyed by it yet again. He tried his best to avoid it at all costs so he would not get the chance to strike and abuse it.
THE LIFE OF HENRY FORD Henry ford was born July 30, 1863. He was the first child out of six born to William and Mary Ford. He grew up on a big farm in Dearborn, Michigan. He went to school in a one room building and did many chores every day after he got home. He did not like farm chores. He did like to work on mechanical things. When he was 16, he left home to move to Detroit. He got a job there ...
My husband seemed to be somewhat frightened by the creature every time it would approach him and even when it would simply show love. After a while, he became very cold-hearted and forlorn, but I just remained quiet and patient. The old building in which we were forced to inhabit in replacement of our home had a cellar under it. This cellar contained coal and other questionable junk from past residents. One day, after my husband realized that we had run out of coal, I accompanied him down to the creepy room. As we made our way down, I noticed that the cat had followed us and swooped down to pet it before continuing behind my husband.
Unfortunately, I did not notice the cat making its way past me and towards the man. Suddenly, the poor creature got in the way of the husband’s feet, almost throwing him headlong. The enraged man picked up an axe, but before he could do anything he would regret, I stopped his arm to thwart him from swinging towards the cat. Only after looking in his eyes, which were full of contempt and malice, did I realize my mistake. Everything slowed down as I saw a flash of the axe making its way towards me and finally coming in contact with my skull, making everything go dark.