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.

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Trivial objects have power to be containers for strong emotions
We like to think we’re complex, but personality gurus pegged me
Norman Rockwell or Norman Bates? Holidays are dysfunctional for some
Midlife becomes big crisis when our self-deception stops working
Donald Trump is no conservative; he’s an immoral, narcissistic liar
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Life has a brutal habit of forcing us to confront our own hypocrisy