Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Soon breakfast was over; the Guv is a very, very small
eater indeed and his breakfast is usually supervised by Miss
Cleo who likes to sit on the end of the bed and watch, and then
when he has finished his breakfast Miss Cleo walks up and sits
on his chest! For some reason that we are quite unable to
determine, Cleo will not sit on his lap, but always on his chest,
sometimes so close that he can't turn his head. She sat there
and purred and purred and purred until in the end I had to go
out to collect the mail from the post office because we don't
want people coming to visit us. We have had too much trouble,
so we do not use our private address.
Just a short time ago we had a man and his wife come by air
from Peru. They thought that they were going to spend the
weekend with us. We had never heard of them, never had a
letter from them or anything, but on the same day that they left
Calgary we did have a letter asking the Guv to get in touch
with them saying that they had come all the way from Peru to
spend the weekend with us and take the benefit of the Guv's
advice. They also said that they had been in touch with the
police, been in touch with the post office, been in touch with
everyone they could think of, tried different hotels, different
motels, but they couldn't find the address, for which, as the
Guv said—‘May heaven be praised.’
It is a thoroughly annoying matter when people come to
Calgary and try to find us. They think they are going to be
welcomed like the prodigal son or daughter, or something, and
to achieve that end they make as much trouble as they can. We
have had them go to the police and cook up a piteous tale
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