I woke at dawn and immediately saw the gun in her hand. She was sweating so much than even her hair was wet.

It was a very hot day, the sun was shining . There was an empty bottle of Irish Whiskey next to her and she couldn’t remember anything. She couldn’t understand it because she wasn’t a whiskey drinker at all, she wasn’t able to grasp it. Maybe she had had a appalling day at work and used the booze to let off he anger, who could know, not her at least.

She saw around her and there was a blood spot on the pillow. The room was smelly, a disgusting smell of something she couldn’t recognise had scattered all over the room. She felt the necessity to vomit. She rushed to the bathroom, once there she couldn’t help bringing up. The smell all over the house was terrible and besides she had a terrible handover because of the damned whiskey . What a way to wake up, she thought.

She suddenly takes a mirror and begins to examine her head , and then the rest of her body. What was it? Her face or the face of a wild animal who had just hunted a prey. She couldn’t figure it out. She had scratches all over his face and arms. She looked like a murderer but she didn’t feel that she had killed someone, or yes?

Was that a nightmare or madness was knocking her conscious door?

She decided to wash herself in order to clean the blood from her body. Nobody could see her that way.

But while she was in the bathroom , the doorbell rang. She could hear some voices but she couldn’t make the voices out. She shouted : “ Just a moment, I’m in the bathroom “. Meanwhile she tried to put everything away since the house looked a mental hospital, smelly and hairs of animal scattered about the room. She also opened the windows to let the stale air go. She finally opened the door to the police.

The police asked her what was happened there and she told them that she didn’t know. One of the policemen told her that last night a neighbour of her had called them very angry and grumbling about the noise she was making, it was late, about 6 a.m. She kept insisting she didn’t remember anything. Of course the policemen couldn’t rely on her watching the house was a complete mess, so the police arrested her and put her in the police van.

She arrived at the police station and an old, broad, boldy policeman put her into jail. She was totally scared. She had never been to nick before. She was bewildered, she had a terrible headache and a upset stomach. This hangover was really the worst one she could remember.

At noon, one policeman entered his cell. He looked a sensible and trustful person. He sat next to her and asked her if she could recall now what she had done last night. She burst into tears and repeated the same again and again, “ I can’t remember anything, why don’t you believe me ? “. Finally, the policeman told her she had put her cat into the microwave. She was amazed at what she had just listened to. She had never killed a fly. She was utterly shocked. She went pale.

Roasted cat had bad smell because its hair, that’s why neighbourhood was so angry with her.

This day , at night while she was sleeping in her cell, her cat, the one she killed, appeared in her dreams saying: “ I’ll take revenge, I’ll kill you! ”

The next day a lawyer could prove that she had only killed a cat, so she only she had to pay an amount of money relatively small.

As soon as she paid the bill, she went out the police station.

But a new cat was waiting for her at the door. She loved animals but she was worried about if she would be able to kill another one.

Anyway there’s a lot of cats in the streets. So she shoot a cat again.