Whenever the subject of furriness comes up, I usually find myself saying something along the lines of "I like animal people, but I don't, y'know, think I have the soul of a wombat or anything." Then I started thinking about this statement. And I suppose, assuming the wombat drank tea, lounged around reading books on wombat evolution, and had a secret weakness for Flavor Blasted Goldfish, and generally acted like a human all the time, that it might be possible.