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.

If I perform well enough for you, will you give me love, approval?
A tax on folks who can’t do math? Winning may be worst possibility
Emotional toll from surgery harder than physical recovery
If we keep waiting for perfection, we’ll always keep traveling alone
As you grow, learn to let go of things that no longer serve you
It’s odd how ‘choice’ can mean ‘no choice’ with the state involved
Fear of potential loss is a terrible reason to stay in the wrong place
Didn’t we already try secession? Politicians don’t like losing control