So when I was a little girl, my dad gave me a baby doll when my baby brother was born. I loooooved that doll. And her name was Katie.
Where the name Katie came from, I have no clue. There was a neighbor girl named Catherine, but we moved next door right about when I got the doll and as far as I know, Catherine was never called Katie and I never associated the two names until I got a lot older.
I do know that I was obsessed with the name for awhile. In fact, when my best friend got a little sister, I really wanted the sister to be named Katie, and I cried when she was named Abby instead. (Sorry, all bearers of the name Abby. I was 3. I also cried when I was given a doll wearing purple instead of pink. Nowadays, my current novel stars heroines named Kate AND Abbey...Obviously things have changed.)
About three years later we DID get neighbors that named their baby Katie, and this time around I was upset because that was MY special name. Oh, Elizabeth...
Anyhow, a few months ago I was digging through my keep-forever box and I found my Katie doll!!! I brought her up to the nursery, knowing that there was a really good chance I was about to finally get a real live baby Katie... and I DID!
So, yes, I've loved the name Katie for a long time, even though I actually forgot about the doll for awhile!