Six months ago, my sister and her husband stopped over to pick me up for a lovely dinner. Nick was handsome in a dark blue suit that fit him well. Alicia, my sister, looked elegant and sophisticated in a satin dress that fell softly to her ankles. They were in rather a hurry, and so I grabbed Mr. Orange-the squeeky toy to call in the herd. I asked Nick and Alicia to be sure to sit down and put their feet in the air as I squeeked to avoid being bitten. I saw Nick sit down and do so. I didnt need to observe my sister, as she had raised two ferrets and knew that certain noises caused irritation and an adrenaline rush in ferts. She also knew I had two biters. So I moved from room to room squeeking Mr. Orange until I heard a horrible shreaking that went on and on. I rushed into the hall. There I observed my sister- all 5 foot 11 inches of her. The genius of the family, she skipped several grades, skim read and absorbed all,and was long in a position of leadership -despite being 10 years younger than me.There is little she cannot do, and less that she does not know. And there she stood- in the middle of my living room- just screaming and screaming with her eyes screwed shut and her fists clenched.Nick just sat there staring at her in amazement. Her face was turning purple, AND THEN - With a kerplop- a small shivering shy Tiger fell on top of my sisters shoe, and looked up in wonder He had dashed under my sisters dress and up her leg, and clung to her inner thigh all that time...... Its been six months, but every night driving home, I remember the event. I start laughing out loud. My sister hasnt come over ever since . I just love these little guys. Lisette [Posted in FML issue 2631]