"My Guru is Lord Ramana."

Seemingly out of nowhere, a very distant relative of Spotty's arrived on Arunachala. As he was spying on Spotty, he realised someone else was spying on Spotty too ... Jagaswami. Jagaswami saw Spotty's relative and confronted him. "Why are you watching that cub of mine?"



"Of YOURS? That is my relative! And I have come to take him home."

"Ha! You won't get far with that. He has fallen in with some lions and a tiger ... and besides, I'm going to use him as my most fawning devotee so I can bring in more food and money. He will tell the world of my great shakti!"

"YOUR great Shakti?! That is exactly why I have come for him! Over my dead body you will have him as YOUR devotee."

They sized each other up, and each felt he had met his match. After a long tense silence, Jagaswami said, "I guess we can take turns, as long as mine is first."

Grudgingly, Spotty's relative Krackaswami agreed to this.

They waited for Med Tiger and Spotty to fall asleep ...



and slipped in and carried Spotty away, sound asleep. Med Tiger did not stir. Some distance away from the cave, they woke Spotty up and explained the new plan.

"I only praise my own Guru. Bhagavan Ramana," said Spotty.

Slyly, they told him, "We are the Self too. There is no reason in the world not to proclaim us -- one at a time -- as your Gurus!"

"My Guru is Lord Ramana," said Spotty, simply, not wanting to get tangled up in their argument.

"A little time in my privately owned police station jail should clear your thinking," said Jagaswami. They herded Spotty up the steps.



He was rushed through the main office.



"Who are you guys?" Spotty asked two chaps who were already in the cell.



"Bloggers," they said. "We wrote a few posts that were ... well ... less than flattering to certain guys holding satsangs around town."

Spotty held his paws together, trying to show respect, but not wanting to get diverted from his purpose by their no-doubt dramatic story. He went to the window and put his full attention on Bhagavan. "Father!" he called. "Arunachala-Siva!"



The steel bars broke out with a crash and Spotty tumbled out into the night. Just at that moment the cubses and Med Tiger and Mum Lioness rounded the corner, following his scent. Mum Lioness licked him in relief and joy. "Spottykins! What has happened to you?"



All Spotty could do was say his Father's name. He seemed unable (or unwilling) to describe his harrowing night. They waited till the bloggers clambered out the window.



And then they took Spotty home.

A note was waiting there for Spotty:



They all had some iddlies and sambar before going back to sleep.