| 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 |