I'm not sure really how long I've been a fur, but slowly discovered it after I was in my first marriage. And now, although I keep it from some people I am proud to be one. My mother at times will admit to being a furry as well, not sure if she really understands it but I'm happy that she does. Have always felt more connected with cats than any other furs out there. When I was younger at least twice a kitty followed me home, funny thing the first one to follow me was pregnant. Mom let us keep her anyways and the kittens also for a time. The second time was a beautiful white kitten with a calico like crown and named her Princess. And now I feel content with being a feline and being surrounded by felines, except my love which is a sixteen point buck.