Catty no more, now I'm something else!

Choice of Name.
I'm using the nom de plume Kittie Carr for reasons old and new. My Dad's pet name for me as a child was Kitty-Cat, as not only did I look a little like one, with my slanted green eyes, snub nose and sneaky smile, but I also purred occasionally when pleased. More often I spat and scratched when disturbed from my favourite childhood pastime of reading, which fed my fantasy world where I spent so much time that reality was quite daunting.
On endless car journeys I would amuse my sisters with tales from the gigantic to the minute, from the Loch Ness Monster to ants; anything to escape from the mundane. Listening intently, and knowing my interest in driving, my Dad once referred affectionately to me afterwards with a slip of the tongue as his Kittie Carr. As I became a teenager and left fantasy-land tales behind with some regret, while enjoying the study of literature, I never thought that I would discover the lure of expression of my own symbolic images in prose or poetry, and yet here I am, at the edge of a whole new adventure.
More recently, I gain another claim to the name, from my observation of the acquisition of a kit-car. As I see it take an age to assemble, I think it will be a lifetime before the owner can take off without yet more adjustments into the wide blue yonder… rather like me .… We will forever be works in progress, until we disappear round that final corner… swing low sweet chariot or what!