We love you, Cat!
The last thing that I want to see is a sad Cat.
We'll get a drink (virtually) and you can sob all you want.
Ferte in noctem animam meam, Illustre stelle viam meam. Aspectu illo glorior, Dum capit nox diem. Cantate vitae canticu, Sine dolore acte, Dicite eis quos amabam, Numquam obliviscar.
Shoo, then he shaid: Don't you like me anymore...hic!
And I shaid I did and that I needed to fuck atleasht shomeone...
He wash like cryin and shitsh, sho I wash like..ehm..
And he shaid...
Gimme one more!
and now we are like we were from the beginning... but hesh like shad and shtuff.
But ish Oook. cause, now I can fuck who ever I want.