For a period of about six months, I was into furries (I was also underage and watched way too much anime). I never went to cons and I didn't have the internet, so my thing was merely associating with artists and RPG'ers at school. From my perspective, it was fun to mix the human intellect with the animal instinct and even consider the contradictions it would cause. During that time, I role-played a Russian forensic coroner catgirl named Dr. Mishka in my RPG group (I think we were doing Shadow Run). Funny as hell when I would be explaining the state of the corpse in a thick Pottsylvanian accent, then start playing with the streamers attached to the AC unit when it switched on and cooing 'dangly-dangly-dangly' ...

My furry thing is just limited to reading the webstrip 'Kevin and Kell' by Bill Holbrook.