I prefer the feathered and furry ones too.. and ones with scales..
You pretty much have to talk to your OBGYN and see if you can convince them you are sane.. know for certain that you DO NOT want kids.. and all that. It IS a challenge.. so you may have better luck with a female doctor too.. some of them tend to "get it" before the male docs do...
most of the ones I found kept wanting to put it off.. telling me I would change my mind .. it took YEARS for me to find one who finally asked me "well.. if you knew you didn't want them why did you wait this long to get fixed?"
uhm... because the male doctors kept telling me NO.....
And for the record.. I'm in my 50's now with NO regrets.. some of us just have 0 maternal instincts when it comes to children... but have plenty when it comes to critters!
what can I say... I either got bored.. or creative.. either way I'm glad you could see the sick humor as it was intended!
There was also 7 of us in my immediate family.. 11 kids in my dad's and 13 in my moms...
so there were a lot of "horror" stories to go around!
I was even like that as a baby!
if someone brought a critter into the room.. didn't matter if it was a jar of spiders.. a frog.. or a puppy.. I would crawl over to it
but if they brought another baby or child into the room.. i would leave!
and sorry to say.. i have upset quite a few people when they would shove their new baby in my face expecting me to gush over it only to see me back up in horror...
those things just creep me out.. I'm not afraid of them.. but I don't want them touching me.. in my house or anywhere near me.. even the sound of children laughing and singing grates on my nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard
I'm just weird.. i admit it.. but at least I knew how I felt about kids and never had any to subject them to my ire.. granted kids are great for those people who WANT them AND will take care of them properly (i don't believe in abusing anything simply because it's just plain wrong in my mind).. but I just wasn't wired to be one of those people.
the sad thing is kids love me.. like cats to a cat hater.. they will do their best to climb on me or try to touch me.. and all the while I am trying to beat a hasty retreat...