`` only when i 'm protecting you and baby boo , sweetie . his father , however , would give him a cigar and a stiff drink and say , `` good job , son . in the burnished blue sky flights of pigeons swoop down and settle in the riverside trees and then rise again . i 'd never experienced anything like this , never experienced anything so intense , as if i needed him to survive . she could tell it was a large jungle cat but not much more . `` for the record i never need help . '' 