Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa

with a further comment, ‘You know Ra'ab, you ARE a tough
nut to live with.’
So, in due course we moved to a larger, busier locality, still
in the South West, in a suburb of London, where we had
found a small furnished ‘flat’ which had a small garden, with
an old apple tree by the back door, where the Tiger used to sit
for hours on a sturdy branch which was at a wonderful angle,
straight out from the main trunk of the apple tree, which
would be at about ninety degrees. Mr. Catt took some time to
adjust to another change since he was past middle age, and we
had to keep him indoors for some days until he had become
re-orientated, which really was absolutely hell for him, especi-
ally as it was necessary for me to go out occasionally, and leave
him alone, while I was shopping or engaged in other business
matters, while the Guv had to be out very often, so Tiger was
sometimes quite on his own and being older he suffered far
more than I realized at that time. It has been one of my great
regrets that through my thoughtlessness he suffered loneliness,
a loneliness which often might have been avoided-and after
he left us permanently my remorse was very real and for a
time I was overcome by it; being sustained only by the Guv's
almost unbelievably understanding attitude.
The Tiger was with us for about a year in his latest home
and sometimes the Guv placed him on the front of his bicycle,
taking him for a ride around the streets. This they both
enjoyed, especially if it were in the evenings, and dark—a
time when a cat can see more clearly.
Towards the end of his life he rested a good deal—and often
wandered into the garden to talk with Mr. Tree. It was New
Year's Eve when he contracted pneumonia and I lay on the
floor all night with him (in the living room) as his condition
deteriorated. When he finally departed the room was flooded
with a bright light due no doubt to the presence of discarnate
entities who had come to escort him home. I know I will be
seeing him again when my time approaches to take my leave.
Soon after he left us I had a ‘dream’—a dream so-called.
There seemed to be a sort of flame burning—something I did
not understand, but I felt it was associated with Mr. Catt. The
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