Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa

young he fell from the same outside shelf upon which he was
sitting, and landed on the ground, one floor down, and there he
was miauing at the front door apparently none the worse for
the experience. Surely that left him with less than the nine
lives we attribute to those of the cat tribe.
We had spent most of the war years in this particular
locality but still we had few acquaintances or friends, but we
did have a short friendship with a person who was in the
Royal Air Force, and his wife. One day we all decided to take
a boat and spend an afternoon on the River Wey. We thought
we may as well take the Tiger since it would be a nice change
for him. A nice change, did I say! I am sure he never spent
such a miserable time in the whole of his life; there was he
panting away and looking as though he was about to pass out,
and that was the first and last time Mr. Catt ever went
boating.
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