This is a SF world where people smoked, women were secretaries (or were they, always?), and real men had guns. It's also a world where real men were compassionate and curious about a little, fuzzy hominid who showed up in the human house. It's a classic for a reason.

Makes me want to adopt my own little Fuzzy friend...

Little Fuzzy has all the elements of the classic sci-fi novel. Hard core science, which stands up well today. Thoughtful, probing questions about the essence of humanity itself. A soul less, all powerful multi-planet conglomerate against a single man protecting the innocent. Villains you can hate, heroes you can be proud of. In the 50's and 60's authors still looked at science with wonder and awe. They imagined all the many wonderful things which just might one day be. We've lost that. Or misplaced it. If you miss those wonderful books when we still hoped to reach for the stars, read H. Beam Piper. Little Fuzzy is a great place to start.