My glass of root beer ----

Ah -- as that thirst quinching nerve settling dark liquid rolls over my tounge down my throat and into my stomach tickling all the way. Its wonderful - but not as great as I sit and watch the Tiger, sitting accross the tabel from me sipping his glass of root beer. There is a slurping sound as he sips his drink through a straw, he smacks his lips, a long drawn out --- AHHhhhh -- his eyes sparkle a beautiful smile on his lips and another slurp, takes a bite out of his sandwich - chews away - looks up - sees me watcing him. A gigantic, beautiful smile spreads over his face - he puts his hand up to his mouth, kisses it and then gentele throws it over to me. I catch it - put it up to my lips and savoir the boyish sweetness of it. My little Tiger -- a true boy all the way. Mischief sparkles through those ever beautiful brown eyes. That ghostly ever present smile spreading down from his eyes to that ever handsome boyish mouth. And behind that ever handsome face is that active boy mind. Hark - wonder what boyish pranks is being planned to pester me today. Just yesterday he came running in the kitchen door all out of breath -- "M" - "M" theres a lion out in the yard. I look at him with a questioning look in my eyes. Honest "M" he says, as he grabs my hand and pulls me towards the kitchen door. Outside, there sitting on the porch is a stray cat licking its paws and washing its face purring away. Will he bite, the Tiger asks? I reach down, scratch it behind the ears and the Tiger does the same. Cat rolls over on its back plays with the Tigers fingers and the Tiger giggles. So - we now have a cat in the family. Did you ever have a small cat and a ten year old boy - both setting in your lap at the same time. Fighting for the choice part to sit. The Tiger wins. Me in my ole lean back chair, the Tiger all curled up snuggling his face aganist my chest and the cat curled up in the space between the Tigers stomach and my stomach. I give up on trying to read the evening paper and there is no way I can reach my glass of root beer. After the 10 oclock news is over take the Tiger to his room, put him to bed and the cat in his little bed on the floor. Back to my lean back chair, reach for my glass of root beer. YUK -- its warm. Out to the kitchen poor the root beer down the sink and off to bed for me. As I drift off to sleep, wondering what the Tiger and the cat have in store for me tomorrow. Smiles and hugs Movieman -- love you all