After reading The Black Cat by Edgar Allan Poe, I felt like he was trying to inform the reader of various things. One being the effect of insanity. The effect of alcohol to ones state of mind and well-being. Next, to show the difference between good and evil or vengeance. Lastly, to show that anyone is capable to become insane and to show that you must be grateful and never take advantage of your life.
Edgar Allan Poe expresses most of his morals to his story through imagery. For example, He uses the first black cat to show love and compassion. His love for the cat is all he can ever think about and cat become all is actually is about. He uses alcohol to show the evils of life. He shows that temptation or over indulgence sucks the life out of you and make you turn for the worst. He shows evolution and purity or good with the second black cat with the one white spot. He makes it a point to shoe that you can never get rid of the truth by destroying it you have to salvage what little good still exists and deal with the bad in a healthy manner. He uses in sanity as a warning to the reader of what is possible. He goes insane and loses everything, which is an example of how evil gets the best of you.
I believe that Edgar Allan Poe had more reason to write The Black Cat then just because he was a writer. I believe it was away to deal with the bad he was facing. Maybe even to salvage the only purity he still obtained. On the other hand, it even may have been away of alerting someone that he needed help and he needed it fast. The Black Cat made me think of a time in my life where the bad kept coming back and to regain sanity I had to find the only purity and sanity I had left to overcome the evil. It was an incident I will not soon forget. I was about fourteen years old and I had just left school. I walked home with my two best friends and on our walk home, we came upon a group of guys. At the time, we were immature teenagers. I knew that having a boyfriend before the age of fifteen was unacceptable in my family but I figured what they hay I’m almost fifteen. My friends and I past the group of guys hoping they would notice us and in fact, they did. They followed behinds whispering amongst themselves before one of them yelled out “where you ladies going?” Excited because a guy had actually noticed us we stop and turned around to talk to them. It seemed like it all worked out each of us had a guy we were interested in and everything was going good. We left with a guy’s phone number in our hands and I kiss good-bye. That was all we could talk about for the next couple of days. One of my friends never formed anything more than just a friendship with the guy she met but my other friend and I had made those guys our boyfriends. I held it from my parents for at least three months. By that time, the guilt was eating me alive I knew it was wrong and I knew it had to stop. I told my mom everything that had happened and even though she was disappointed in me, she forgave me. In my case, compared to The Black Cat, The first black cat, the evil, was the boy and the guilt eating at me, the second black cat was my own conscious reminding me what was good and what was bad, and the white spot was the purity coming into my body to help me tell the truth to set me free of guilt.
The Black Cat serves as a great story to show the way guilt and evil could change you world for the worst’s. It serves as a representation that good is always better than evil and it shows you that you cannot let one mistake ruin your life.
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