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Anyway who gives a shit about racists? In Skyrim I married a racist(sword to the chest beggar man) and I play as a cannibalistic vampire Argonian and a mothafuckin Dunmer!
Rant over…

Wasn’t the cat racist first with the elf island thing?

so the candle was a foreshadow.

Sometimes people don’t use your name, well here’s an awkward segue into Katia’s name.

One little name just to get me along
I’m a Katia now and I’m liking on my tongue the feel
I keep using, forgetting the other
People around gonna meet someone who is new

Holding back, tempted by the booze
Don’t want to be a drunkard
Feel it with me, oh no
I never won anything at all
And without my dignity they neglect my name
(ame, ame, ame)

They call me ‘cat’
They call me ‘pussy’
They call me ‘it’
They call me ‘kit’
Not Suthay’s name
Not Suthay’s name
Not Suthay’s name
Not Suthay’s name

They call me ‘slutcat’
When I am drunky
Suthay-Ja-Khajiit
Always the shame
Not Suthay’s name
Not Suthay’s name
Not Suthay’s name
Not Suthay’s name

I see the king if I don’t drink at all
I’m the worst at holding my alcohol
Keep up, failing, these dreams that keep me fearing
Getting ginned up and sleeping in the clear now

So alone out like a stray pet
Or tryst and regret
Listen to me, I’m not
Although I’m furred up, cat and all that
I am now Katia they forgot my name
(ame, ame, ame)

They call me ‘drunk’
They call me ‘hopeless’
They call me ‘lush’
They call me ‘sloshed’
Not Suthay’s name
Not Suthay’s name
Not Suthay’s name
Not Suthay’s name

They call me ‘plastered’
It’s a disaster
Under the table
Feeling no pain
Not Suthay’s name
Not Suthay’s name
Not Suthay’s name
Not Suthay’s name

Are you calling me fleabag?
Are you calling me cat?
Are you calling me muddled?
Are you calling me drunk?