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.

Shingle reminds me what it felt like for someone to believe in me
What if world is becoming a place where you no longer want to live?
Rodney Dangerfield wasn’t funny, but tenacity built career as comic
Will the last journalist to leave newspaper business turn off lights?
Traits that lead to great romance don’t always make right partners
What if Jesus was serious about commands he gave his followers?
Life is like flying a plane as you assemble it from a box of parts
If you repress feelings long enough, depression attacks without warning
We’re trapped in our own heads, fearful of other folks’ judgment