But the cat can only run so far and is caught by the man and then hanged.
I looked upon my future as secured.
When she dies, rather than feel the horror of killing someone he cares for, the man's first response is to hide the evidence of his crime.
The narrator also describes the events in detail, but what he describes might not be true.
I burned to say if but one word, by way of triumph, and to render doubly sure their assurance of my guiltlessness.
The narrator may simply be insane—he has lost touch with reality and cannot distinguish right from wrong anymore, so since it feels good to let his id take over and be violent towards creatures in his way, his wife bears the brunt of it.
Whenever I sat, it would crouch beneath my chair, or spring upon my knees, covering me with its loathsome caresses.
While the cat's wound eventually heals, the relationship between the man and his pet has been destroyed.