The idea came about one sunny Himalayan morning. There I was, lying in my usual spot on the first-floor windowsillThe cover photo and the book's title give it away, why "someone" writing this "memoir" would be lying on a windowsill. A cat can do that the perfect vantage point from which to maintain maximum surveillance with minimum effort as His Holiness was bringing a private audience to a close.
"Oh! How adorable! ... I didn’t know you had a cat!" she exclaimed.
I am always surprised how many people make this observation ... Why should His Holiness not have a cat if, indeed, "having a cat" is a correct understanding of the relationship?
"If only she could speak ... I’m sure she’d have such wisdom to share."
And so the seed was planted.
I began to think that perhaps the time had come for me to write a book of my own — a book that would convey some of the wisdom I’ve learned sitting not at the feet of the Dalai Lama but even closer, on his lap. A book that would tell my own tale ... how I was rescued from a fate too grisly to contemplate to become the constant companion of a man who is not only one of the world’s greatest spiritual leaders and a Nobel Peace Prize Laureate but also a dab hand with a can opener.
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