Some meditator creechurs slipped down the hillside and into Tiruvannamalai during the dark of night to "borrow" a large banquet table. (They were not spotted.) Mum Lioness made a good-sized chocolate cake, but when Hobber and his tribe arrived and began singing to Bhagavan for the occassion of Med Tiger's birthday, meditator creechurs from far and wide heard the beautiful songs and soon began arriving from every cave and tree and waterhole and bush and forest on Arunachala. Mum Lioness dashed back into the cave and, with the help of the cubses and Spotty, whipped up three more chocolate cakes. More jugs of buttermilk were rushed up from the ashram by the meditator zebras who hid themselves behind a lot of open books to slip into the ashram kitchen. Ganesha and Krishna arrived on elephants.
And then still more creechurs heard the enchanting music, the laughter, the purring as leopards and tigers and other types of cats were allowed up on Bhagavan's lap or invited to rest their heads on His Feet. Even the most reclusive sadhus trotted and flew and slithered toward their radiant Lord ... luckily, as soon as one chocolate cake was sliced and placed in paws or claws, another cake would materialize where the last had rested on the borrowed banquet table.
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