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.

Death of stranger’s dog reminds me how much dogs mean to us
Every addiction is heart’s effort to fill inner hole that requires love
Will Honduras establish the first modern free city? It’s possible
Emptiness can bring panic that feels like being stalked by fear
Conservatives don’t understand liberal groups — and vice versa
I’m still hungry for healthy love that my 5-year-old self craved
Uh, oh: For first time since ’45, U.S. job growth was zero last month
Sex abuse of powerless rampant; denying its serious harm obscene
Lucy’s fun afternoon at my office reminds me that work needs play