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.

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What if we planted for future instead of spending for today?
We need loving communities so we can know, ‘You’re not alone’
Years later, my heart still fears hearing, ‘Who moved my belt?!’
Warning, Good Samaritans: Offering teens a ride is ‘disturbing the peace’
Ignore the happy face it presents: Coercive state points a gun at you
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