Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa

Taddy growls and hisses and puts on ‘all the act’ of course, but
she never wants to jump at him. So I said to Miss Kuei, ‘All
right, Miss Kuei, in the morning I will get in touch with the
doctor of cats and ask him if he will read some pages for me
and tell me if I am a hundred per cent right in what I am
recommending people to do.’
Miss Kuei nodded wisely and said, ‘Well, you should write
about curing cats of constipation, write about curing cats of
diarrhea, write about the best way to feed them—so many
people think that cats drink milk only, but cats need water as
well, you know. So you write about all these things. Write
about how cats should have a varied diet, some vegetables as
well as meat. Cats aren't entirely carnivorous, you know—they
like vegetables as well, in fact it is necessary; and write how
to get grass-seed and grow grass in pots so there is always a
fresh pot of grass ready, because grass really does scour out a
cat's interior and dislodge hairballs, etc. You do that, Ma, and
you'll be doing a good, good job.’
Miss Kuei gave a friendly wink and stood up to her full
length and—disappeared, disappeared back into the astral
world where she had taken up residence since leaving the
earth.
I sighed deeply at the thought of getting my plans for the
second book offset and then, well I suppose I must have
dropped off to sleep, because when I awakened the early morn-
ing sunlight was streaming readily through the Calgary haze
and making patterns on the wall opposite my bed.
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