I was talking with a co-worker of mine, and she mentioned how she makes a point not to fawn over her young children around people. She assumes–fairly so–that people may not care to hear stories of every little step and poopie and wall-drawing. If people want to talk about her kids, they’ll bring them up, and she’s happy to oblige with stories. But she’s a person, distinct and individual of her kids, and she recognizes the separation. I’d love for animal people to heed that example. I try not to fawn over my cats when I have company over. (Greg, alas, is regrettably guilty of this.) I love them, and…