This nice man came to work for us several years ago and to be prepared to work in our wood shop, he purchased some big black Red Wing lineman boots. We were babysitting our son's kittens as they were to young to be left alone at his house. On his way out the door of the house, he pretended to kick the kittens with his big boots. I raised an eyebrow at that and he smiled, it was just a joke.
Later that day, I asked him if he had a nickname and he said that some people just shortened his name, but he being a black belt in several Marshall arts, thought it would be cool to take on the name of an animal that he had fought, like a guy that kicked the *ss of a pitbull, took on the name Pitbull. So I asked to clarify, any animal you kick the *ss of you could take on the name of that animal? "Yes" he answered. Oh then we should call you Kitten. He winced but knew it was way too late, he was known to us all as Kitten from that moment forward.
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