My life was quite normal. I had a steady job, two young kids, and a wife. But soon I realised that I needed a change of pace. Ever since my wife shaved her batcave, it... Well it never worked out for me any more. I craved that fuzzy feeling of hair, the warm wavy fur that protects the skin. I just lost interest in my wife, and, by extension, human beings in general. But I didn’t want to be asexual. There was – there had to be something out there that I had feelings for.