On the night of the day on which this cruel deed was done, I was aroused from sleep by the cry of fire.  The curtains of my bed were in flames.  The whole house was blazing.  It was with great difficulty that my wife, a servant, and myself, made our escape from the conflagration.  The destruction was complete.  My entire worldly wealth was swallowed up, and I resigned myself thenceforward to despair.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.  But I am detailing a chain of facts — and wish not to leave even a possible link imperfect.  On the day succeeding the fire, I visited the ruins.  The walls, with one exception, had fallen in.  This exception was found in a compartment wall, not very thick, which stood about the middle of the house, and against which had rested the head of my bed.  The plastering had here, in great measure, resisted the action of the fire — a fact which I attributed to its having been recently spread.  About this wall a dense crowd were collected, and many persons seemed to be examining a particular portion of it with very minute and eager attention.  The words “strange!” “singular!” and other similar expressions, excited my curiosity.  I approached and saw, as if graven in bas relief upon the white surface, the figure of a gigantic cat.  The impression was given with an accuracy truly marvellous.  There was a rope about the animal’s neck.

When I first beheld this apparition — for I could scarcely regard it as less — my wonder and my terror were extreme.  But at length reflection came to my aid.  The cat, I remembered, had been hung in a garden adjacent to the house.  Upon the alarm of fire, this garden had been immediately filled by the crowd — by some one of whom the animal must have been cut from the tree and thrown, through an open window, into my chamber.  This had probably been done with the view of arousing me from sleep.  The falling of other walls had compressed the victim of my cruelty into the substance of the freshly-spread plaster; the lime of which, with the flames, and the ammonia from the carcass, had then accomplished the portraiture as I saw it.

Although I thus readily accounted to my reason, if not altogether to my conscience, for the startling fact just detailed, it did not the less fail to make a deep impression upon my fancy.  For months I could not rid myself of the phantasm of the cat; and, during this period, there came back into my spirit a half-sentiment that seemed, but was not, remorse.  I went so far as to regret the loss of the animal, and to look about me, among the vile haunts which I now habitually frequented, for another pet of the same species, and of somewhat similar appearance, with which to supply its place.