I’ve never been good at telling whether kittens are boys or girls, so I didn’t realize Charlotte was a girl for a long time. From the beginning, she was the dominant kitten of a litter. She was so dominant, in fact, that all of us thought she must be a little boy — trying to boss her sisters around.
It turned out that all of the kittens were girls. Charlotte was just a bossy young lady. (That’s her as a kitten in one of the drawers of my desk on the right.) The dark fur pattern of her forehead at the time led several people to remark that she looked like a Vulcan — with their angled eyebrows — so her early nickname was Mr. Spock. She lived up to the fearlessness of the fictional Vulcans from the beginning.

It’s a mystery why two cats bond — or why two people fall in love
Painful longing is too powerful to express heart’s anguish in words
If you want a president to ‘run the country,’ you’re missing the point
You can change your story, but you first must throw away the old ones
What kind of person are you if there’s not a word to define you?
Fetish for privatizing misses point; it’s having a choice that matters
I like Ron Paul, but he’s not winning (and I don’t believe in the system)
Kitten outsmarted me for weeks, but Alex finally joined our family