Every time he sat down , I would to jump on his knees. When he went out a room , I would run in front of him and get between his feet. He seemed to fear me. My white mark grew and it spelled out gallows, the wooden post from which they hang men (Or cat) by a rope around the neck.

As each day passed , his fear grew. It was hilarious a strong man ,now fears a cat!😹.

One day his wife and him went down to the cellar , that’s under the house. I followed and throw myself at him, trying to trip him. But sadly he didn’t , so close yet so far😸. His face was distorted with rage , he took an axe and tried to kill me , for a second time. Dude wasn’t it enough the first time.😱 He raised his hand,to strike me. Luckily I was able to dodge it. Can’t you take a joke. His wife caught his arm to stop him. And just in time and second later I would be cat bits. He was blinded by rage , because he struck his wife with the axe right in the head. What the heck, what did she do to you? Make your pancakes with strawberry instead of blueberry?💢😠 Take your abuse? She fell on the floor. I hid in a hole in the wall , where I found tunnels. I could see him taking some bricks from the wall and carefully put in the body. He put the bricks back and plaster the wall. I don’t know how he managed to make it look exactly like the plaster on the wall.