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.

Watching a friend’s happy family makes me feel pangs of jealousy
To stay sane during life’s battles, aliens need places of sanctuary
You’re wrong! And if you don’t agree with me, you’re an evil, lying moron
Intolerance isn’t just an American thing; it’s common to all humans
More than ever, big crisis makes me long for family to take care of
Childhood programming trains us to wait for authority’s permission
Joe Rogan isn’t insightful to me, so I just don’t listen to his show
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
Night of panic and little sleep shows chaos of finding my way