Katy

Katy is a nickname that nobody calls me, except occasionally my husband. When I was a little girl, my grandfather wanted to call me Katy but my mother would not allow it. I think that is why I have always loved this name. It was his special name for me, a loving name.

My grandfather, Pa, was the only grandfather I ever knew and I loved him a lot, although I was a little scared of him too. He loved cats. Pa's favorite cat was named Piper and this cat was mean as the dickens. Piper did not let anybody touch him, except Pa and, for some reason, me. To the amazement of everyone, Piper let me play with him. According to my grandmother, I lugged that cat around in a bucket everywhere and played with him like a baby doll. This of course delighted Pa.

Anyway, I always wanted to be Katy. In my mind, she is who I wish to be. She is fun, laughs a lot, never gets angry or pushes people away. She is, of course, thin and attractive too. Let's just throw in fit too, while I'm dreaming. We are twins separated at birth.