Mr. Catlette was about 50, balding, and short. He looked like a cross between Donald Duck and Porky Pig in a three piece suit. He liked tears. He liked screams. But, he didn't want to hear you speak. When i arrived, i was to say "Hello Granddaddy, i've missed you," and when it was time to go, if i was cognizent i was to say "Goodbye Granddaddy, i love you." That was it. Any words besides that resulted in extremely harsh punishment. i remember very little of my sessions with Mr. Catlette. He was extremely skilled at pushing me to that place where i would find an object to look at until i fell through it. And, then, a child part of me would be there. And, he would have his hottest fantasy. A small child to use and torture and pet and kick as he pleased.
