When I was in college, way back in the late '70s ... I had a sudden attack of Fur-sickness. The disorder came about gradually, but then it caught up with me all at once. Fur-sickness, for those of you who have never suffered from this affliction, is what happens when you realize that there are no pets in your life. It is a close cousin to Home-sickness.
Before I knew what was happening, I found myself browsing the nooks and crannies of Mary's Pet store. The place was alive with puppies, kittens, birds, gerbils, guinea pigs, rats, mice, fish, turtles, and lizards. Critters were all over the place.
The funny thing about that visit, was that most all of those critters paid very little attention to me. I suppose they were used to gawkers, poking bald gawker noses in and out of their cages. Even the puppies seemed more interested with chewing on each other's tails.
But then, I walked past a little cage full of kittens. Same story there, except for one little white-faced kitty with a pink-nose. She was standing up on her hind legs, and looking me right in the eyes, meowing with all her might.
(don't stop... there's more)
