Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa

him, she came trotting up the corridor in our apartment and
rushed in beside me, but then—she saw fat Taddy just where
she wanted to be, so she gave a snort of disgust and went to
what is really their bed beside mine. Soon, she was curled up
and emitting a very pleasant light snore.
For a few moments I lay there listening to the radio and
reading a letter or two which had been answered during the
day, because the letters come in in great numbers. The Guv
answers them and then I go through them and check them for
what he call ‘literals’, that is, any spelling mistakes, any fault
in grammar or any mis-typing, but I was feeling sleepy—I
couldn't put up with any more work, so I stretched out my
right hand and turned off the light and snuggled down beside
Tadalinka. She gave a little grunt of pleasure as my hand
came down on her. Soon I felt myself getting heavier and
heavier and then—sleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but I awoke with a start. I
couldn't think what was wrong for the moment, but felt ‘some-
thing’ was wrong. It seemed as if someone was in the room
with me, someone besides Cleo and Taddy. Then I looked up
in the quite considerable light reflected from the streets and I
saw Miss Kuei sitting on the top of the bedrail at the foot of
my bed. Miss Kuei left us some time ago to go and live in the
astral, but she still gives us the benefit of her advice and very,
very frequently the benefit of her physical contact. There is no
such thing as death, you know. Some people call it ‘transition’
but it doesn't matter what one calls it. So-called ‘death’ is just
a matter of shedding one's earthly body just as one sheds one's
clothing before going to the land of sleep.
Miss Kuei was there sitting, smiling at me, then she said,
‘Ma, you know you are writing wrong things in this book, you
should be writing more about cats.’
I looked at her and thought a bit, and then I came to the
conclusion that without a doubt she was right because so many
people write in, asking the most amazing questions about cats.
How should one feed them? How should one lift them?
Should one brush them or comb them? And then, oh dear, oh
dear? What is to be done with a cat who has fleas? What is to
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