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.

Peace won’t come until you quit obeying long-gone programmers
FRIDAY FUNNIES
76-year-old George is a showman who loves making audience smile
We can’t defeat existing system; we must build better one instead
‘Curing’ unpopular beliefs through psychiatry is throwback to ugly past
A muse is a crutch for an artist, but some need a crutch to walk
Love drives us mad, but madness rescues us from ‘horrible sanity’
I feel anger toward those who casually resent life I wish I had
How do renegade ‘weird ideas’ grow and spread to win acceptance?