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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 ‘something’ 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 104
e done with a cat who has constipation? People seem to be unaware of the wants and basic requirements of cats. Taddy snored deeply, Cleo sat up and looked on rather approvingly, I thought, but then Miss Kuei spoke again, ‘You can answer all these questions, you know Ma! You can make it so much easier for us cats. People think we are strange creatures who never want anything. Well, you know differ- ently, don't you? I want you to write about cats—about how cats can be made happier, because we have a special job, you know. We are the Eyes of the Gardeners and what we report determines what should be done for humans and for animals, but then—‘ she smiled brightly, ‘aren't we all animals? Humans are only another form of animal after all, aren't they?’ I was in a bit of a quandary then, because after all I have had many cats, many, many cats—different sorts of cats, cats with all different temperaments, but all with different needs. Miss Kuei broke in, ‘Oh no, Ma, oh no, you're wrong, you know. They are not all different needs, all cats need the same thing. They need certain basic treatment, certain basic medi- cine, so why don't you write something about it?’ I turned around a bit in the bed and said, ‘Well, what do you think about it, Cleo, how can we answer questions like this, eh?’ Miss Kuei interrupted, ‘Oh yes you can, you know you have had enough cats now to know what makes them tick, to know what makes them sick!’ I shuddered at the thought of writing things like that, because after all that was for a special- ist, wasn't it, but then I replied, ‘Well, Miss Kuei, the best thing I can do is to write out what I think and have a vet correct it or add to it.’ Miss Kuei frowned deeply and said, ‘Ma, you mustn't say you will call in a vet. A vet is an American soldier who has left the army, what you really mean is that you will consult a veterinary surgeon.’ Well, of course, she was right, so I decided that the very next day I would telephone Dr. Peter Randall, an extremely good veterinary surgeon who had looked after Cleo and Taddy since we came to Calgary, Cleo gets on with him very well. 105
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The Pen is Mightier than the sword
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one had to do. But what I really li
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I looked for my soul but my soul I
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you two should come together. Satur
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CHAPTER THREE It was interesting th
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following morning; so it was fortun
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If I accept the snnshine and warmth
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they feel that if they increase the
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One wonders whether he was born wit
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CHAPTER FIVE Weybridge was a busy p
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its hate and misunderstanding, and
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In the midst of winter, I finally l
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have heard the remark, ‘I feel cl
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Many aspects of the whole affair we
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I do my thing And you do your thing
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mass, thus allowing it to complete
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may be absorbed, thus providing the
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Friendship is the inexpressible com
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from me. Lobsang Rampa has a harder
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write, there is a highly intelligen
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CHAPTER NINE Ships that Pass . . .
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happy moment the day an elderly man
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We are told we should not worry so
Page 48 and 49: CHAPTER TEN Since this narrative se
Page 50 and 51: ‘passed this way’ more than onc
Page 52 and 53: young he fell from the same outside
Page 54 and 55: CHAPTER ELEVEN There was one import
Page 56 and 57: always easy to see what other peopl
Page 58 and 59: earth ahead of their time, are rese
Page 60 and 61: CHAPTER TWELVE We must remember tha
Page 62 and 63: walls, that is, there was a tunnel
Page 64 and 65: number of men in his service, these
Page 66 and 67: INTERLUDE Have you ever noticed how
Page 68 and 69: old, members of her family, neither
Page 70 and 71: seemed imminent. If my complete fai
Page 72 and 73: So after a pleasant interlude along
Page 74 and 75: CHAPTER THIRTEEN Our interlude over
Page 76 and 77: way than in his natural state. Whil
Page 78 and 79: I think that I will never see A Bil
Page 80 and 81: pation when he was first allowed to
Page 82 and 83: such a luxury even when the tempera
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Page 86 and 87: have us as tenants, even going to t
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Page 90 and 91: CHAPTER SIX TEEN Thames Ditton must
Page 92 and 93: een slightly deaf because he used t
Page 94 and 95: If you don't know what you are look
Page 96 and 97: the pipes, and if we let through an
Page 100 and 101: Taddy growls and hisses and puts on
Page 102 and 103: CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Soon breakfast was
Page 104 and 105: entertainment time when they race a
Page 106 and 107: cat food or the dog food, that alon
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Page 110 and 111: God grant me SERENITY to accept the
Page 112 and 113: to have only one Siamese cat—two
Page 114 and 115: When someone cares It is easier to
Page 116 and 117: ment, then let it be on themselves.
Page 118 and 119: Many people are not at all sure whe
Page 120 and 121: CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Now, you cat peo
Page 122 and 123: Unlike some people who, if on one o
Page 124 and 125: What made us friends in the long ag
Page 126 and 127: some kind. Dr. Dee was a very outsp
Page 128 and 129: Caption Says, ‘I WOULD VERY MUCH
Page 130 and 131: with a further comment, ‘You know
Page 132 and 133: Hold fast to dreams For if dreams d
Page 134 and 135: Lives will almost outweigh the inte
Page 136: now Canadian citizens—Her Graciou
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