Living with the Lama

This book is NOT a work of fiction, but was transmitted to the author via mental telepathy from his pet cat — yes! you read that correctly.

“You’ve gone off your head Feef,” said the Lama. “Who will believe YOU wrote a book?” He smiled down at me and rubbed under my chin in just the way I liked best before he left the room on some business. I sat and pondered. “Why should I NOT write a book? I thought. True, that I am a Cat, but not an ordinary cat. Oh dear! No! I am a Siamese Cat who has traveled far and seen much. “Seen? Well of course. I am quite blind now, and have to rely on the Lama to tell me of the present scene, but I have my memories! Of course, I am old, very old indeed, and not a little infirm, but is that not good reason why I should put on paper the events of my life, while I am able? Here, then, is my version of Living with the Lama, and the happiest days of my life; days of sunshine after a lifetime of shadows.”