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.

We often act like madmen who’re eagerly bent on self-destruction
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Attaining excellence may require some time in painful mediocrity
Would you secretly kill someone to get what you want the most?
My programming from childhood still equates blame with shame
The moon represents what I seek, but words are all I can offer now
Here’s proof (if you need more) that people want something for nothing
How would you see your body if nobody told you it was flawed?