Cutie-pie is not always what you think.

A friend, nearly thirty years ago now, had an insufferable ass of a lavender point Siamese, with all her slenderosity and highfalutin' airs. She came in heat and became the most FRIENDLY, whorish, trashy little thing you ever saw. So one day, my friend (Jennifer) and I were having coffee at her place, and her daughter (3 years old) says, "Kitty likes Q-tips!" We turned to see the child with a handful of swabs, being followed by the slutty little beast. The cat is pulling herself along the carpet around the kid, belly to the floor, tail all swept off to Joneses like they do when they're begging for a train, and as she wiggles and swishes about we see that there is a Q-tip protruding from the cat's nether region. The kid says proudly, "See?" and somewhere between taking the swabs away from the kid, getting the one out of the cat, and trying not to die laughing, we decided that kitty's name should henceforth be QT-Pie. For all the appropriate and punny reasons.