Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa

the pipes, and if we let through any water it would rush out
and probably bathe someone's face in dishwater.
Yes, one of those threatened days when it seemed as if all
energy had departed. I looked out of the window, and early
evening shades were coming down and the lights were going on
in the tall, tall buildings thirty or forty stories high. The great
new building outside and rather to the left which housed a big
oil company—that was ablaze with light. Further off to the
left the new airport which was a-building was being floodlit
while the lights were being tested. It made a very pretty glow
on the skyline and it blended well in an artistic sort of way
with some of the amber street lights or the greenish-blue street
lights. As I looked, I could see the winking traffic lights, and
then, coming in over the tall buildings, a great 747 jet with its
hundreds of people aboard. From our viewpoint, we always see
the port (left-hand) light on the wing; that is the red one, and
it is only when the wind changes and the plane is taking off
that we see the starboard green, but this plane was lit up like a
young city on wings and I could imagine the people putting
out their cigarettes, tightening up their seat-belts and wonder-
ing if Aunt Fanny or Uncle Whosit would be at the airport to
meet them.
But I was feeling tired. Miss Cleo was bumbling about,
walking in and out around my feet and generally making a
nuisance of herself, because she wanted to run down our cor-
ridor before settling down for the night. So, with a sigh of
resignation, I opened the door and let her out. We had to be
very, very careful because Miss Cleo is a very, very social
individual and she likes to sit by the three elevator doors so
that she can greet people coming out. There are other apart-
ments up here, of course, and Miss Cleo likes to act as an
official greeter—it is amusing really to see how many people
ignore her, do not even see her, but we have to keep a very
close watch because Miss Cleo has many times tried to enter
an elevator—she doesn't think of herself as a cat, she thinks of
herself as a human, because she and Tadalinka have been
treated as humans since birth, but at last she was tired of being
out in the corridor and she came ambling along with her tail
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