Last night I was on my way into a dinner party held in the downtown farmer’s market building. I was meeting a small group of serious foodie friends to enjoy a private chef experience purchased at a silent auction fundraiser.
The building, at this time in the evening, is closed to the public, so we were to be met at the entrance by the chef’s husband. I’m running a tad late and making my way toward the building. Oh, I should note that it happens to be Groundhog’s Day. All day, there was news and posts about the Groundhog NOT seeing its shadow so we’d see an early Spring. Hooray! So, in celebration of the holiday, and in response to a cold snap & heavy snow, I wore my favorite Groundhog hat. What? You don’t have ANY Groundhog hats, let alone a favorite? Shame on you.
My hat, warm and full of charisma, has furry ear flaps and a mid-sized stuffed Groundhog perched right on top. Festive and practical, I say.
So, I’m rushing into the market. From a distance, I can see some people gathered not far from the entrance. But there was a hockey game too, so I just figured hockey fans parked in the lot and were gathering to make the walk to the arena. But as I got closer, I saw something so much more/different.
Facing the door, trying to gain access was, well what I can only describe as a cast member from Cats. An adult dressed as a cat. Full on get-up. I looked to the group nearby and realized that they too were in various states of fuzzy dress. One had on fuzzy blue pants – maybe the legs of Thundercat? Another held the costume head of some animal. Another was adjusting his tail.
Oh God, these are not hockey fans (well, I guess they could be hockey fans) – these were FURRIES! I felt pretty certain this was not a troupe of hockey mascots having a pre-game huddle. No, folks, these were Furries.
Now, I know that the Furry culture is multi-faceted. In basic terms, furries are people who either are fans of anthropomorphic characters – animals with human like features or tendencies (Fox McCloud, Sonic the Hedgehog, etc.). But my exposure & understanding of the culture has been mostly around the Furry obsession as a fetish. Yes, grown men and women, dressed like teddy bears and such, hooking up mission position and doggie style.
And here I am about to walk through a group of bears, cats and unknown plush characters, while wearing a plump rodent on my head.
I can only think they looked at me with either disdain at my novice approach or with a big-sister-kitten desire to mentor the silly newbie. Either way, I gave a smile & a nod (in essence the groundhog gave them a “hey” nod too) to the group and picked up my pace toward the door. I wasn’t judging them or afraid of them, but this rodent-clad sidekick didn’t have time to hang out with this fluffy gang. And honestly there was no way in hell I was going to be mocked…or hit on…by Peter Rabbit.