When I was very small, about a year and a half, I kept dipping my hands into a box of adoptable kittens that was set up outside a store. Finally, my parents agreed to take one, as they wanted one anyway. When we got home, my mom set me on the counter with the kitten, and asked me what I wanted to name her. At a year and a half, my vocabulary was limited, but I knew that I was a baby, and that her tail was tickling me under the chin. I sternly told the cat that she was Tickling the Baby, and the name stuck. I always forget what an odd name it is until we have to take her to the vet. He manages to say it with a straight face, but there is that little pause just before anytime someone has to read her name off of a clipboard.