This fear was not exactly a dread of physical threat-but I cannot define it as anything else.
I am almost ashamed to admit, even in this convict’s cell which I find myself, that the terror I felt from this cat had been made stronger by a strange circumstance.
My wife had called my attention several times to that splotch of white hair on the cat’s breast, the only distinguishing feature which marked it as different from the previous cat I had destroyed.