A Glimpse of my Future?

See what happens when Patty can't get a date? This is how it starts, innocently enough, with a new kitten, a "rescue" from someone on Freecycle, another pet to keep her company during the cold, lonely February nights. Kittens are SO hard to resist. Heck, even the WORD "kitten" is cute! Eventually there will be another, and another, maybe a red one, then a brown tabby to round out the set. Somewhere along the way Patty forgets to have one of the females spayed and, well, accidents will happen...

Several years later, she enjoys a fleeting moment of fame as the poster child for the "I've fallen and I can't get up" advertising campaign. She had also become something of a cult icon for her handmade sock monkeys, crafted with the classic "Red Heel" socks, renewing the popularity of the vintage toy. Meanwhile, the cats are reproducing like bunnies since that one female became pregnant, because Patty can no longer afford to have them all neutered, and her money from the commercials was embezzeled from her by a dishonest organ salesman.

Patty crosses that thin line into the land of the clinically weird (that's a technical term) when she gives up Ramen soup and starts eating the cats' food. She develops a particular fondness for Friskies' Tuna & Egg in Sauce. She abandons her once successful sock monkey venture and starts cutting up her bed sheets and towels, now spending her days sewing articles of clothing for the animals. She uses her trusty Pfaff machine, the only thing of value remaining in her house. By now, even the organ has been reposessed.

Eventually the neighbors alert the authorities about an unpleasant odor emanating from the house, which is in a complete state of disrepair. The appropriate agency arrives, finds Patty living in squalor and filth, the litter boxes having gone unused for months, the unneutered males preferring to relieve themselves in various corners and on the musty old furniture. She is surrounded by her cats (now numbering over 2 dozen) and Timmy, her ancient but beloved cockapoo. Pancho, the pug, succumbed some time ago to a digestive disease arising from his unfortunate habit of snacking on the contents of the litter boxes.

The cats are confiscated, leaving only Timmy. A construction Dumpster is delivered along with a deadline date to have the premises restored to a habitable condition or condemnation will ensue. Patty ignores the warning, a month later the house is condemned and she is committed to an assisted care facility where she is abused by the nursing staff and fed nothing but Jell-O and Cream of Wheat until she is found one morning, clutching Vincent (the first sock monkey she ever sewed, so named because of one somewhat deformed ear) in her cold dead hands.

Is this how it will end?