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.

Don’t believe angry words and deception from a wounded heart
Police won’t do their job, but they’ll ticket you for doing it for them
As the gods of this world die off, we face a profound crisis of faith
Snapshots of hurting people and broken families, but no resolutions
Are government employee unions making the rest of us unsafe?
Federal control of Internet security would put Barney Fife in charge
If the truth is blurry in your mind, how can you explain it to others?
This is my private confessional; the truths I write often scare me
Would getting away from civilization help us live better?