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.

Spiritual truth can be felt by heart, but not always understood by brain
Going back to fundamentals gets me closer to the quality I want
Goodbye, Anne (2009-2019)
Best years of our lives? For me, teen years were start of feeling like alien
Reality frequently doesn’t match fantasy when you know full story
When I die, what will I remember? Who won an election or who I loved?
Knowing right choice years later is useless without time machine