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.

Hospital’s five-year fight to move shows health care isn’t free market
Whether it makes sense or not, I’ve learned to expect miracles
Romantic interest no easier now than it was for me in sixth grade
Biases teach us what to expect, but we often turn out to be wrong
Was he angry to lose his family? Or because he lost his control?
How would you see your body if nobody told you it was flawed?
Political systems built on coercion will always produce cheats, liars
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