The black cat he kept with affection
now big and savage.
Every night he drank the blood of the mighty man
such as slow prey should be spent.
"Do not think of me as the sweet one that is easily swayed
by your caresses, you poor man.
Now I'm the master of the bed. "
The mighty man was old and sickly.
Her body was getting thinner, while a black cat
which he loved for so many years
and now it's as big as a lion and ngeong it
it's really horrible.
The old man who was patient was grumpy too.
Every night the fat black man rifles his bed
and injured his sleep