It 's one of my few -- sadly few -- useful accomplishments . I 've disposed of several at home . You take the cat in the morning and give him a good breakfast . Then you take an old burlap bag -- there 's one in the back porch -- put the cat on it and turn over him a wooden box . Then take a two-ounce bottle of chloroform , uncork it , and slip it under the edge of the box . Put a heavy weight on top of the box and leave it till evening . The cat will be dead , curled up peacefully as if he were asleep . No pain -- no struggle . '' `` It sounds easy , '' said Anne dubiously . `` It IS easy . Just leave it to me . I 'll see to it , '' said Phil reassuringly . Accordingly the chloroform was procured , and the next morning Rusty was lured to his doom . He ate his breakfast , licked his chops , and climbed into Anne 's lap . Anne 's heart misgave her . This poor creature loved her -- trusted her . How could she be a party to this destruction ? `` Here , take him , '' she said hastily to Phil . `` I feel like a murderess . '' `` He wo n't suffer , you know , '' comforted Phil , but Anne had fled .
The fatal deed was done XXXXX the back porch .
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