A wave of pleasure washes over me as I imagine this encounter: two young men, tall with theological purpose, discussing people who dress up as stuffed animals and scritch each other’s bellies at conventions. “Why on earth do you need to know about furries?” “Because people will confess to me about them. Someone will confess to me ‘I am a furry,’ and I need to know what that is.” It almost makes me want to turn Catholic again, just so I could go to confession sometime and lay a big, eloquent paw up against the screen right as he asked me what my sins were.
