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.

Would you have avoided mistakes if a psychic could’ve warned you?
You never know when someone needs a hug — to know you care
‘Thanks for sharing your process’ is wiser than responding in anger
Bureaucrats will find a way to punish you, so don’t make ’em mad
Socialists miss simple truth that serving others will create wealth
God may be working on what we need long before we can see it
House design reflects our vision and helps shape who we become
Teacher suspended for insisting that failure is an option for lazy kids
Trump bringing Marxism to U.S. better than Marx could’ve hoped