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.

We all love stories, but principles should trump anecdotes in debate
As a child, I was a capable liar, because I mimicked a narcissist
What kind of sick society names Obama, Clinton its most admired?
FRIDAY FUNNIES
AUDIO: I might not love you if I don’t imagine that you’re perfect
Unexpected proposal leaves me pondering my craving to be loved
Conflicting expectations can kill even the deepest love and hope
Shame almost got me fired — and shame still haunts me years later
Film’s tortured protagonist feels uncomfortably familiar to me