Despite my abundent furriness, both North and South Puffin have been a fur free zone for a few years. We were blessed with Ruffy, our rowdy, white (and photogenic) cat for over twenty years. In a stroke of good luck, the local Humane Society lent us TMWCNBNITNG (whom we named Gwendolyn Dandelion Whine or Wendy, for short) for a long weekend and we kept forgetting to take her back. See, Ruff was lonely and they really hit it off.
Wendy and Ruff have been gone for a few years now, so I live in a fur-free zone. I love cats and dogs. This is the only the second extended period of my life without one or the other around. (The first was in college when, like now, I wasn’t around enough to give a pet continuous attention.)
When I get the opportunity, I stock up on fur time.
The (other) April First columns.