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.

I want to help out of pure love, but human motives are messy
Something in us usually wants to believe next year will be different
Zimmerman verdict is correct, but there’s no cause for celebration
Turn off the Outrage Machine; focus on things you can control
If you believe petitions truly matter, here’s one we can really get behind
Forced sterilization gets to heart of arrogant progressive agenda
Why do presidents and candidates bother to release tax returns?
Going back to fundamentals gets me closer to the quality I want