Other than planning and thinking about the future of personal freedom, my biggest passion is probably the animals in my life. I’m a sucker for homeless animals, so all of the ones I have were homeless in one fashion or another. This is Charlotte, who is almost 2 years old. She and her two sisters are from a stray I took in not too long before they were born. The mother was too skittish to be adoptable, and her daughters inherited a good deal of her fear of people, so I didn’t believe anybody would be happy with them since they were never going to be typical cuddly house cats. Charlotte and her sisters, Emily and Anne, were named for the writing Bronte sisters. I’ll introduce you to others of the McElroy Zoo along the way, because I can assure you that they’re more interesting than I am.

Is there life on Mars? Is there love? Where can we find what’s missing?
Sorry, Newt: It’s not ‘isolationism’ to oppose invading other countries
It’s odd how ‘choice’ can mean ‘no choice’ with the state involved
What if writing from the ‘AI me’ sounds just like I’d written it?
My programming from childhood still equates blame with shame
Being hermit looks good as world tries to make me a misanthrope
Galt’s Gulch? I can live without that, but I need my own ‘Akston’s diner’