Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa

pation when he was first allowed to wander around the three
and a half acres all on his own but his human ‘Mama’ was
quite apprehensive at first. I believe I touched on this in the
earlier pages of this book but some people do not seem to mind
a little repetition. Perhaps I am following the method of some-
one else, or one might use the excuse that as one becomes older
repetition is not an unusual occurrence.
So the Tiger spent the greater part of his life in the Wey-
bridge area, and when the time came that we were to leave, it
was a big wrench for him, which I did not realize fully at that
time. The first night after we left (and it was not even to a far
distant place) he just sat, neither ate any food nor visited the
bathroom until the next day. His ‘Ma’ was something of an
ignorant Ra'ab in those days and it was Carl who had the
understanding, but perhaps Ra'ab is gradually realizing that
these little people need more attention and consideration than
many of us are prepared to give. As I may have said before,
cats are extremely sensitive, and the so-called domestic feline
cannot bear to be laughed at—he will laugh with you (who-
ever heard of a cat laughing, someone will say) but please
refrain from laughing at him.
Siamese Cat People are probably even more sensitive, but
for some reason, I believe, they do not mind their Human
People teasing them a bit—it seems that what matters to them
is that their family (human and feline) should be happy. But
Siamese cannot bear to be left alone. The other day Mama
San was practicing a bit of time and motion study and our
present Cleo was sitting by the front door of the apartment
while Mama prepared breakfast, sitting dreaming, probably,
and tuned in to my thoughts. I decided I would prepare break-
fast in no more than seven minutes, partly because I wanted to
sit down at the table on the hour to listen to the seven o'clock
news, undisturbed. All went well, with about a minute and a
half to spare, so off I trotted along the corridor, to the far end,
feeling extremely pleased with myself, and gazing proudly at
the tray of food which I had prepared. Just as I reached the
doorway of the tiny suite leading to the bedroom where the
meal was anxiously awaited, bonk, crash, and the whole thing
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