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.

Face the facts: U.S. Constitution is dead document with no meaning
Starved for love: Portrait of a plastic person living a little plastic life
Unless you’re suicidal, an armed march on D.C. is a very bad idea
$22,600 for a library router for four users? No wonder states are broke
Police won’t do their job, but they’ll ticket you for doing it for them
‘Just do exactly what we say to do; it’s for your own good, you know’
In a world full of hate and hurt, love must be a conscious choice
The drama of a world gone mad leaves me longing for real peace