Antigravity is something we'd all find convenient occasionally, right?
Well, here's the REST of the story...
When rancher Mack Brazell spotted someting unusual on his ranch on 9 July 1947, the first thing he saw was NOT the tinfoil of the wreckage. The first thing he noticed was an absolutely famished cat with a strip of torn duct tape trailing from it's fur, tearing hell-for-leather after a jackrabbit.
Later in the day a soldier found a piece of moldy, greasy toast in the debris field. He thought nothing of it.
A few months later scientists figured out the connection.
Cats MUST land on their feet. Toast MUST land butter side down. If you strap a piece of buttered toast to the back of a cat...
Author: Mayan Solstice: A Novel of 2012 (
http://www.createspace.com/3420054)
If you would know a man, observe how he treats a cat.-
from "The Door into Summer" (1957), chapter 1 (Robert Anson Heinlein)
Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. (again, RAH)
