Dear Skeeter: Thank you for making all of us left behind feel a little more in touch with all of you there. My two fuzzys, Pepper and SolT are waving their paws at you and I am smiling and waving backat you. We have waved before, but I was too busy wiping tears to write and tell you. And if you happen to see a little green bird with a black head flying around, tell Nash that Mamma loves him Marta Pepper <Hi Skeeter, say 'lo to all my Fuzzy friends from the shelter> SolT<Mamma, why am I waving my paw? What is a bride? Will I go there when I grow up?> Mamma <I hope not for a very long time, SolT. Hi Skeeter> [Posted in FML issue 2565]