I think I made a comic about the origin of my nick... but here it is in print anyway.
In grade 12, I had a cold for about 2 months, alternating between strep throat and nasal congestion, and sometimes a wonderful combination of the two. Anyway, for our band trip, we went to Banff, AB (resort town in the mountains), and there were 4 of us crashing in the room. I had a big problem with snoring (due to nasal congestion), and one of my friends commented on how she couldn't sleep that night because I was snoring so loudly. In her words, I sounded like a lion. We decided that everyone should get to bed before I did, in hopes that they would be in a deep enough sleep that they wouldn't hear me. When we woke up the next day, I asked if they slept and/or if I had snored loudly and the friend that had made the comment said "No, you sounded like a little kitty" and then proceeded to warp her hand into what could assumedly be the shape of a kitty and repeated "little kitty" several times.
The end.
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Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist.