" The Mother Thing blinked her eyes and looked serenely sad. She had great, soft, compassionate eyes—she looked more like a lemur than anything else but she was not a primate—she wasn’t even in our sequence, unearthly. But she had these wonderful eyes and a soft, defenseless mouth out of which music poured. She wasn’t as big as Peewee and her hands were tinier still—six fingers, any one of which could oppose the others the way our thumbs can. Her body—well, it never stayed the same shape so it’s hard to describe, but it was right for her. She didn’t wear clothes but she wasn’t naked; she had soft, creamy fur, sleek and fine as chinchilla "

― Robert A. Heinlein , Have Space Suit—Will Travel