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.

Why do we create families? It’s a ‘matter of the heart,’ not head
Though it’s helpful to have talent, that won’t guarantee success
The so-called ‘social contract’ just means ‘the rest of us own you’
Without real human connection, we’re just living in a simulation
Looking for the Boston scapegoat? You’ll never find perfect security
Goodbye, Dagny (2004-2019)
Movie popcorn overpriced? Sue ’em; spoiled children want their way
Fear of Big Brother: What good are rights if you’re afraid to use them?