April 24th 2013 7:45 pm
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I really didn't formally get named. It just sort of happened. I would do such things as climb the curtains, an action I quickly learned you don't want to be caught at doing.
However, when one is in a hurry to escape the scene of that sort of crime, it doesn't help to have needle fine, needle sharp kitten claws that even when trimmed regularly, seem to be just as sharp the day after trimming as they are the day before trimming! I would hear our human Mom's approach, try to make my getaway, and sure enough just ONE of my claws would get trapped by the curtain.
Instead of being two rooms away from the scene of the crime as I had planned, I'd be stuck in the curtain, panicky because I couldn't get loose, and all I could do was brace myself for the trouble I knew I would be in for climbing curtains. Mom would scold me, "You Brat, you know better than that. Serves you right getting stuck. Maybe now you'll stay off the curtains."
Then seeing my actions already had more scary consequences than I was able to handle, Mom would gently free my trapped claw, look me in the eyes, say, "Now Bratsky you little brat, leave the curtains alone, LEAVE IT." Then she would set me down and I would run for cover.
Although I didn't know it at the time, with such incidents I was earning my name.
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Exactly how I got my name!