Dooks Fuzzies,
 
Last night the Uncle Bob came to visit us, us being me (Chester), Boris,
Amelia and Natasha.  Mom thinks he came to see her and Dad, but between
you and me, we all know that's not true, Dook.
 
We were glad that he came at a reasonable hour for Mom's sake, you know he
is a bit of a carefree type human, keeping his own time table.  Mom's been
having a bit of a hard time of late with her FMS, she's really tired and
hurts most of the time.  So when Bob got to the house early in the evening,
we all did a war dance of joy.
 
Mom brought Uncle Bob right down to see us and to introduce him to Amelia
and Natasha, they weren't living with when he visited before.  Boris and I
told the girls all about Uncle Bob and his bones, they looked at us a
little strangely, you know girls they don't get worked up over bones, well
not those kind of bones anyway.  Anyway they thought Uncle Bob was really
nice, Amelia even bite his little toe right through his sneaker, didn't
really hurt him, just giving him love bites, (at least that what Mom keeps
trying to convince Dad they are).
 
We all visited for awhile and then Dad came downstairs, they started
talking about going out for some human dinner.  So that all got in Mom's
car and went to Chevy's.
 
Well when they got to Chevy's and pulled into a parking space Mom hear Bob
say, "Is that what I think it is on the dashboard of the car next to us."
Mom walked over took a closer look and said, "Well it certainly isn't a
plastic figure of Jesus."  They all laughed and decided to try and figure
who in the restaurant belonged with the car.  Uncle Bob thinks it belonged
to one of the lady's that was with a group having a girl's night out.  We
still don't know what was on the dashboard of the car, Mom said it's not
something little fuzzies need to know about.  If any fuzzies out there can
find out what was on the dash of that car that still has my Mom laughing I
sure would like to know, Dook.
 
After a bit they all came back from Chevy's and sat around downstairs with
us, they talked and played with us.  Uncle Bob gave us all good scratches
and we danced around for him.  Boris had the elbow he hurt last spring
looked at by Uncle Bob, not that Boris is having a problem, but Mom and
David wanted to know if the Bone Man could feel anything odd.  Uncle Bob
said that it had a larger bone mast around it, probably from blood that
pooled around the joint when he hurt it.  He also said Boris had developed
much bigger muscles on that side to help with the damage.  Boris dances and
runs just fine, Uncle Bob told Mom not to worry.
 
Finally Uncle Bob looked at Mom and said she was looking tired and he had
some friends and Stout waiting for him in Portland.  He told us all good
bye and that he would see us again before we know it.  Does that mean he is
Santa, because Mom keeps saying Santa will be here before we know it?
 
We enjoyed seeing our Uncle Bob again and hope he has a safe trip home.
 
Dooks to all,
Chester (chief typist), Boris, Amelia, Natasha, Mom (Suzy) and Dad (David)
[Posted in FML issue 2496]