I find Michael Shermer to be a great thinker with a fabulous sense of humor. His books on being a Sceptic are a riot. He uses Caltech as a place to give lectures and a place where the IQs are high enough to tickle his fancy. I took his magazine for a couple of years but there are only so many ways to describe bullshit. He does it well. I wanted to share with him the magical experience my cats had the day I moved into my mobile home here in the desert.
They do not allow cats or dogs to roam around the golf course here but my home had 3 huge windows in the ceiling. No more tree climbing for my older cat. No more chasing the cattle on the ranch across the street. Poor old Emma was allowed to sleep in her chair carefully placed in the sun beam from the sky. I placed a second chair for her roommate who had never been outdoors. The cats learned to live inside and climb my book shelves and jump from one to the others. I was in the kitchen when all hell broke loose in the living room. A huge yellow monster was on the roof looking down on my two sleeping cats who finally opened their eyes and looked up. I was wrong, there is a God who lives on my roof. My two cats made complete asses of themselves while my handyman was putting speakers in the book shelves. Hitchock could have written a script based on the noises from my black cats. My older cat leaped 5 feet straight up in the air trying to kill God. She missed three times before she gave up. The baby cat is much smarter and simply turned over and went back to sleep. A week later we heard that the big yellow cat had been hit by a car and I felt almost guilty that maybe she died of laughter from the fool who lives in unit number 45.