My name is Cat. I'm a papercutter, and that's how I got my name. When the people in charge of naming me were trying to come up with something, they went through all kinds of names, but nothing seemed right for someone who worked with paper.
Then one day, while they were having lunch together, they decided on Kitten PaperCut because it was close enough to the word "cat," and she was small and cute—and also kind of sharp-looking.
I didn't like that name much at first. But after a while, I started feeling proud of it. My real name is Kitten PaperCut, and there aren't many other papercutters in this town.
