RECAP
Kaytee aka Kathleen which is her actual name but also goes by Kathy, Beggy Mitchell, NurseTwat and Cunt, has been on yet another luxury holiday to Morrocco, where she all by herself from the comfort of her swimming pool launched a business flogging merchandise of her son that passed away.
Complete with image of her son wearing angel wings that Kathy styles with leggings and trainers. This limited addition tshirt comes in a range of colours and can be yours for a bargain price of £25 complete with colour me in packaging that Kathy will make you believe she has designed from scratch.
Don't worry guys a measly 10% will go to a chosen charity that meant something to Kathy, which means she's keeping that money for herself the greedy mare because she never appreciated or cared for any charities that helped her when her son was alive.
The new shop.... 398 which stands for the amount of years, months and days her son was alive, came to Kathy's mind the day she lost her son. The wonderful, inspirational, doting mother also displayed the brand name for marketing purposes at her sons memorial birthday firework fiasco.
The shop also features rainbow coloured affirmations that was performed by her son before he passed suggesting to some tattlers this money making scheme was in the pipeline before he died. Now Kathy insists her son was all about bright rainbow colours because he can be seen in one Hello Duggee top. Non of her sons clothes other than this were rainbow themed. He was regularly seen in the early days in just a full pad, which she let smear all over the carpet. Never remembering to pack clothes for his 467 vomits a day in the famous car shots and always appearing half naked on stories, trailing his unattached gastrostomy tube along the floor, tugging on his leaking, sore peg site.
Over the years beggy Mitchell could be seen trying to get her son a modelling contract by using his disabilities. She later settled for freebies from Zara, teabag coloured clothing that replaced his baggy, top big chavvy tracksuits.
There were never any rainbow colours. This is yet another marketing tool for the brand.
Kathy enjoyed herself on her 3 week luxury holiday, in fancy new outfits, eating out at restaurants, bars, quad biking, allowing horses to eat napkins ..... but then once her holiday was coming to an end she declared it was time to come home because her son had turned a light on in their home. A home she desperately wants to buy because it's their family home and holds many memories but she also can ot face home and uses this as her reason for her many trips since her son passed.
Since his passing, Kathy has been surfing in Cornwall, wafting insence and clanking bowls in morroco and had a weekend in London trying on orange puffer jackets that were quite frankly vile. Kathy could be seen trying on designer items with a ticket price of over a thousand pounds, hanging out with new friends and sticking her tounge out whilst playing with new found friends kids.
However her fun ended and the grieving mother persona took over when she later returned home after a month away from her sons grave, when she cried over not having HER car to go see her son. Kathy cannot travel on public transport, its beneath her. She desperately needs to keep the Mercedes she got off Motability for her son, so she can parade around Nottz looking gangsta, visit her son occasionally, Swan off to London and show off her designer labelled goods for the tinder profile she'll no doubt be setting up soon for the next rich man to blag. The poor unfortunate soul.
The Mercedes car would of needed a huge down-payment on the mobility scheme, something she hasn't spoke about to her minions because no doubt it was taken from the various go fund me pages, hospital expenses begs and private influencer donations. To buy said car that never suited her sons needs as it wouldn't fit his wheelchair in, Kathy would need to shell out big bucks so in true Kathleen style, a troll message circulated before the Weekend. Complete with crying stories, with filter chosen for added effect, the poor mother reached out to her army about the terrible trollz that hounded her day and night. As suspected radio silence lasted all weekend to make the insta hunz worried about the grieving mother. No doubt the car will be funded by the pot of gold she sits on from using her son in the upcoming weeks and all will be forgotten because she 'deserves' the over the top car so she can go see her sons grave.
The cats seem to have vanished or are probably in the kitten cupboard clawing to get out.
Kathy has a new four poster bed.
The grave has been tagged on her stories for those who would like to go and see this new landmark. Strangers have been encouraged to go visit, read her son stories and blow bubbles. Wouldn't hurt to take a snap and tag her in either so the tourist reviews can be reposted by her. No thought about her sons father and his family. About other loved ones of her son who want to visit his resting place without photo opportunists wanting to say they've visited a boys grave they have never met and don't know.
No thought about the other people who visit the graveyard for other people who have passed away and have to witness people eating fish and chips by the graveside and people treating it as an attraction.
Kathy never needed carers.... or as tattlers call them Kieras. She continually made her son more disabled to score for continuing care and tp rake in the sympathy of her viewers.
She has a 60hour Kiera package, on top of school, his father being a big part of his life and her mother also having him. J may have been disabled but he could communicate, had mobility, didn't have the high care needs you would need for that level of care package.
Kathy could and would not parent and always chose other things before her own son which suited her.
The exploitation of her sons disabilities brought in the ad work. Starving him with the feeding school then flogging weighing scales after a hospital stay by his bedside.
Using him in shots of a RING doorbell in his walking frame.
Making him push a chip around his plate and lick it for good measure for the Family Fund ad ( j couldn't eat orally)
The list is endless.
Any newbies please read from thread one for more of the goings on of Kathleen in more detail. Grab yourself a couple of bottles of wine and a box of malteasers.
it's them that basically brought that boy up. She passed him around to anyone who would have him and dragged him along on her lavish holidays that were for her. 
