III was into being treated like dirt and garbage, he was a huge slut and he knew he was as he had his face rubbed into the carpet by Cathy who was using her hand as a fist to shove into III and III began to cry as his butthole was bleeding, Cathy meowed loudly and continued to do so and then shoved some fish into his butt because that's what a good boy needed, Cathy meowed again but then she woke up and it was all a dream because Cathy is always alone and sad and nobody likes her, she can't even fantasize correctly, Cathy is always alone, always alone… Cathy sighed and she was going to go in the shower and go wash off because she needed to wash off the sad even though she hates water so that is probably why the boys avoid her because she is pretty dirty and sad.
Cathy is sad as always, Cathy just wants to be loved, and Cathy is always alone.
Cathy just wants to be happy, how can Cathy be happy when she is so sad?
Cathy wishes she knew how to be happy.
"What is it like to be happy?"
Cathy doesn't know what it is like anymore, Cathy has been sad as long as she can remember, Cathy misses knowing how to feel, Cathy is sad at least she has her cats.
At least she has her cats…
"At least I have my cats…"