My reaction to this short story is somewhat astonished, but distraught. While I was reading this story, it gave me chicken skin because of the narrator’s frightening actions towards the people and animals that he cared for. How can one murder his own wife with an axe? How can one murder his own companion with a penknife and use it to cut one of its eyes from the socket? The middle and the ending of this story surprised me because in the intro the narrator portrayed himself as an “animal lover”, ascribed to the various types of animals that he owns. He, later on, started to hate his wife, due to his alcoholism, but since she adored Pluto he killed the cat too. His alcoholism just seems like an excuse to prosecute his ghastly manners as an insane
