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One night, returning home, much intoxicated

From one of my haunts about town

I fancied that the cat avoided my presence

The cat avoided my presence

One night, returning home, much intoxicated

From one of my haunts about town

I fancied that the cat avoided my presence

I seized him;

when, in his fright at my violence

He inflicted a slight wound upon my hand with his teeth

The fury of a demon instantly possessed me

I knew myself no longer

My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body

And a more than fiendish malevolence

Gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame

I took from my waistcoat-pocket a pen-knife

Opened it, grasped the poor beast by the throat

And deliberately cut one of its eyes from the socket!

I’m blushed, I burn, I shudder

All I say the damnable atrocity

The cat avoided my presence