I am a gentle and kind person who likes to feed and pet animals. I married a wife with similar temperament to myself. During this period, our family loved a black cat very much.

Wherever they go, black cats are inseparable and close. But a few years later, I was addicted to alcohol and moody, and even beat and scolded my wife and abused my favorite animals. Of course, black cats have not been spared.

One night, I came home drunk. When the black cat saw me, it dodged. I brutally gouged out one of its eyes. Not long after, I persecuted it again and hanged this once favorite black cat.

On the night when I hanged a black cat, an unknown fire burned all my belongings, leaving only one wall of the whole house standing alone, and there was a relief of a cat on the wall. I'm surprised and scared.

My conscience made me adopt another cat that looks like a black cat, except that it has a white spot on its chest. But it wasn't long before I didn't like it. I dug out one of its eyes, and the image of white spots was like a gallows, tormenting me.

One day, in the cellar, this cat almost tripped me. I was so angry that I swung an axe to kill it, but my wife stopped me. I killed my wife with an axe without reason, and the cat ran away.

I struggled to seal my wife's body in the wall of the cellar to avoid being searched by the police. I didn't expect the cat to be built into the wall. When the police came to the cellar to check, the cat's barking led the police to find evidence that I killed my wife.

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Creation background

Edgar allan poe was born in the home of a wandering artist in Boston. His father ran away from home. When he was three years old, his mother died. He has developed a withdrawn character since he was a child. /kloc-admitted to the university at the age of 0/7, but dropped out of school because of gambling. Later, he joined the army and entered the military academy, and was dismissed for dereliction of duty. Since then, he has been selling literature for a living, but he has never succeeded.

The biggest blow to him was the death of his beloved wife. 1842, my beloved wife with tuberculosis, dressed in white, sat by the harp and sang. Suddenly, the blood vessels in her chest burst, and a lot of blood gushed out of her mouth, dyeing her white clothes red, and the wonderful singing stopped abruptly. This is the most terrible "red death" witnessed by edgar allan poe.

From then on, he was devastated, insane and drunk all day, which led to his later exploration of the theme of death. Black Cat is one of the works of this period.